Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett's anger was like a storm brewing, and a noticeable darkness shadowed his face. He grabbed Selena's chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

His rage twisted into a bitter laugh, his voice cutting and ruthless. "Selena, are you losing your mind over money? You've been lounging around since we got hitched, living it up and spending like there's no tomorrow. And now you talk about splitting assets? Have you ever earned a dime?" Selena's hand clenched tightly.

Something clicked in Everett's mind, and mockery filled his gaze as his words cut through like a cold wind. "You're in such a rush for divorce. Are you heading back to your dear uncle to find another fool to swindle?"

Selena's chest heaved with fury. She'd given up on expecting anything decent to come from his mouth, but still, he managed to sink even lower.

Her eyes turned red, and tears threatened to spill, but when Everett looked at her, she masked it all with a casual smile. "You don't think you can scare me out of splitting the assets, do you?"

Then, something dawned on her, turning her gaze icy. "Given what you've done to me, even half feels like a loss."

If she hadn't escaped that night, she wouldn't be here discussing divorce and assets. She would bring him down with her as well.

Everett's brow tightened, confusion flickering in his dark eyes. What had he done to her?

Selena yanked herself free from his grip, her voice strong and unwavering, "We didn't sign a prenup, so from the moment you signed that marriage certificate, half of every penny you've made is mine. If you're not clear on that, I don't mind having my lawyer teach you a thing or two about marriage law!"

Why should she back down? That would just leave everything for the mistress, and she wasn't about to play the martyr.

Everett laughed in pure frustration, a hint of red at the corners of his eyes as he glared at her, his teeth grinding. "Fine, let's see if you can actually take half of my fortune!"

against the wall, gathering her strength before seeing Brook emerge from the private room loaded with

didn't know how much he'd overheard, but she didn't bother asking,

unfazed and simply said, "Let's go. I'll drive

way back to her apartment, Brook chatted about her health, how to take the supplements, and how devoted his wife was to seeking fertility blessings. Not a word was said about the argument. They acted like nothing had

shrugged it off. "Every time you two fight, you mention divorce. But how long before you're back together? I give it three days this time. Just go and make up

embarrassment or the fact that their divorce papers had been revealed at a senior meeting. It was the realization of how

about divorce, only to end up begging for reconciliation. No one took her seriously now-not

...

at the apartment, Joy

low whistle. Your aunt only gets excited about you having kids. She's

though. She wants to catch a big fish. If you have the

forced a

changed the subject. "You've really ticked off Everett today. He might not agree to the divorce so easily. What's your plan?" Selena hugged a pillow, shrugging casually, "Keep ticking

day at 5:30 AM, Selena was roused by ten alarms,

internal clock

he slept, he

exactly cheery in the mornings. So when he answered, his voice was deep

got straight to the point, "When are we

you even know what