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

...

slender silhouette waiting for him with

...

the time her phone

the road. She

the name "Jerk," and

she hit the brakes, popped in her

and menacing, not bothering to hide his anger.

a sarcastic smile, "No need to thank

so

her, his not-so-favorite wife, wouldn't he have preferred

stomach inviting Margot

her he knew he was a handful when drunk and didn't

plan, indeed, and he