Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett lifted his eyelids, a touch of challenge in his voice. "Let's see what you do." With that, he leaned back into the couch, his long fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He was clearly feeling uncomfortable.

Whenever he overdid it on the drinks, Selena would always be there, tending to him with care. She knew he had a tendency to get headaches after drinking too much, so she'd even learned some massage techniques from an expert. After giving him some coffee, she'd guide him to bed and work her magic with a massage. This ritual not only helped him sleep blissfully but also spared him from the dreaded hangover the next day.

His current state was a clear message. If she wanted that divorce, she'd have to take care of him first.

Selena stood there momentarily as if gathering her courage, then flashed a bright smile and nodded. "I'll do it."

With that, she turned on her heel and headed out.

"Where are you off to?"

"Mr. Everett, I'm just going to get a few things ready. Be back in a jiffy," Selena said with a playful wink, her dark eyes sparkling.

It was just like old times when she'd tease him with her playful antics. She seemed to be back to her usual self. Everett's frown eased, and a hint of a smile played on his lips.

Once she was out of the bedroom, Selena's face turned stone-cold. The nerve of him, thinking she'd cater to his whims? Not a chance!

grabbed her phone and fired off

...

walked out in a loose bathrobe, only to find a slender silhouette waiting for him with a cup of coffee, gazing at him

...

her phone rang,

already on the road. She glanced at

the name "Jerk," and

the brakes, popped in her Bluetooth headset,

and menacing, not bothering to hide his anger. "Did

sarcastic smile, "No need to thank

you get so cocky?" His

was baffled. Compared to her, his not-so-favorite wife, wouldn't he have preferred his sweetheart to look

managed to stomach inviting Margot over,

handful when drunk and didn't want to burden his sweetheart

backup plan, indeed,