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'

with just

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

off last night to arrange this interview

at Selena's lips,

she asked, turning her laptop screen to Joy and showing her the email. "Today's paparazzi wasn't just some random guy! He's not against divorce; he's just biding his time so it won't damage his

not, he wouldn't have

and trashed her reputation in the process,

en

it hadn't happened yet, it was a clear

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.

...

awake by a relentless ringtone at 3:30 AM. Grabbing her phone,

other end was Derick's

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

QUMS

she'd have bolted out of bed and got dressed while racing out the door, terrified of

up as a sweet opportunity, convinced he must care for her.

it, she couldn't