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.

back a reply: [Could you clarify what 'weighing all factors'

swiftly with just

weren't many who could negotiate such deals with Ink & Insight. If not Everett, who else had that kind

this interview for his girl, leaving Selena's

lips,

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

wouldn't

reputation in the process, making divorce seem

en

it hadn't happened yet, it was a clear warning

trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, remember promised you a fancy

...

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

the other end was Derick's

"Sorry to disturb you so late, ma'am, but Mr. Everett's had too much to drink and insists you

QUMS

out of bed and got dressed while racing out the door, terrified

saw every chance to pick Everett up as a sweet opportunity, convinced

she couldn't help but curse