Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena couldn't help but burst into laughter, shaking her head at the absurdity of it all. She decided she'd had enough of this pointless back-and-forth and headed into her room.

But Joy was quick, grabbing her arm before she could escape. "Selena, seriously just think about it. Everett's not a bad husband. He's got the looks, the money, and he's generous. Except..." Joy stopped herself abruptly.

"Except he doesn't love me, has someone else on the side, and pretty soon, there might be a little secret love child popping up, right?" Selena finished the thought for her.

Joy let out an awkward laugh. "You know what they say online if the husband's bringing home the bacon, who cares if he's actually home? Some women even take care of the mistress during her pregnancy. Honestly, you're not going to find anyone even a tenth as good as Everett."

"Whose side are you on anyway?"

Joy blinked earnestly. "Yours, of course! It's just such a shame. The thought of Margot as my sister-in-law gives me the creeps. Girl, I cannot let you lose!"

By the end, her voice was full of frustration and heartache.

Selena was drawn out of her thoughts when her laptop chimed with a new email. Snapping back to reality, she quickly opened it up.

From the Editor-in-Chief: [We received your evaluation, but after weighing all factors, we've decided to go with Margot for the interview. Another colleague will handle this. Thanks for your hard work.]

This was the first time her evaluation had been shot down.

Selena's brows furrowed.

Logically, with Margot's messy reputation, Ink & Insight would never gamble on letting her do the interview.

a reply: [Could you clarify what

with just two

negotiate such deals with Ink & Insight. If not Everett,

last night to arrange this interview for his girl, leaving Selena's

Selena's lips, her heart heavy with

Joy and showing her the email. "Today's paparazzi wasn't just some random guy!

not, he wouldn't have used

process,

en

was a clear warning for

darken, Joy quickly changed the topic, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, remember promised you a fancy dinner? Let's dress up and hit the town. You choice of restaurant, no budget

...

jolted awake by a relentless ringtone at 3:30 AM. Grabbing her phone, she grumbled, "Who on earth is

the other end

Mr. Everett's had too much to drink and

QUMS

got dressed while racing out

a sweet opportunity, convinced

thinking about it, she couldn't