Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

The doorbell rang out of the blue, sounding a bit urgent. Everett let go of Selena, got up, and headed to answer it. As he left, Selena sat up, quickly tidied her rumpled clothes, and took a sip of mineral water from the nightstand to soothe her throat. Voices drifted from the living room; it was Derick giving Everett a rundown of the party. He kept it short and sweet, but before he left, he glanced towards the bedroom, hesitant, before saying, "Mr. Bennett, there's one other thing..." Even though he kept his voice low, Selena caught the name, Margot, and her lips curled slightly.

A few minutes later, Everett returned to the bedroom, slipping on his jacket. "I've got something to deal with. You can stay here and rest if you're tired or have the driver take you home if you want," he said, his tone indifferent. Selena wasn't surprised, but her heart still clenched with pain. She forced a smile, got out of bed, and blocked his way. "We haven't finished talking," she said.

Everett frowned, fastening his watch with a cold demeanor. "We'll talk when I get back."

Every time he disappeared in the middle of the night, he never came back, not once, despite all the times she waited. Selena's eyes locked onto his, stubbornly insisting, "I want to talk now."

Irritation flickered across Everett's face as if he was annoyed by her persistence. Without another word, he grabbed his phone and tried to move past her.

Selena closed her eyes briefly, then spoke coolly, "Everett, either you stay tonight, and we sort this out, or we don't need to say anything at all. Let's just get divorced!"

At that moment, she didn't care what pressing reason Margot had for needing him in the middle of the night. Selena just wanted Everett to choose her, even if it was just this once.

Everett's expression darkened, anger sparking in his eyes. "Selena, is that all you've got? Threatening divorce every time? You think you're so irreplaceable that I won't agree to it?" Selena looked up at him. "Then do it, or I'll really think you can't bear to leave me."

and firm. "Tomorrow morning, 9 o'clock,

brushed past her shoulder and stormed out, slamming

water. For a fleeting moment, she had hoped there was some misunderstanding about that night, only to be

agreed to the divorce. Once they got the divorce papers the next day, she

care to uphold her Mrs. Bennett image. Instead, she went out bare-faced, wearing a comfy sweatshirt and jeans. Selena arrived at 9:15. She hadn't eaten much the day before and

her mouth from watering; it had been

who was devouring her breakfast with greasy fingers and a

up to meet his gaze. Instead of

a wet wipe, she walked over to him. "Let's go inside,"

"Selena, didn't you check the mirror before leaving? Am I not providing enough for you to eat or wear? Did you come in

cared about her appearance; even the tiniest wrinkle would send her into tizzy. He remembered how glamorous she looked on the day they got their

inside and even managed a smile. "Since we're getting divorced soon, how I