Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

After she hung up the phone, Selena didn't waste any time. She blocked Everett again without a second thought. With that done, she felt a surge of relief wash over her.

She was done pleading with that jerk for a divorce. Whether he signed or not didn't matter. He'd have no choice but to come crawling back, asking for a divorce once Margot started showing. Selena was ready to walk away with nothing now, but when he eventually wanted out, she'd make sure it cost him dearly.

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Everett stood in his mansion as the dial tone echoed in his ear. His expression darkened. His grip on the phone was so tight that his knuckles turned white.

Behind him, Margot's voice was soft and hesitant. "Everett..."

He turned around, barely sparing her a glance. "I'll have the driver take you home," he said coolly, picking up his phone to make another call.

"But won't you get a headache from all that drinking? I can stay and look after you," Margot offered, moving a little closer.

"It's okay. I'm fine." he cut her off firmly.

hurt flickered across Margot's face. She paused, then tried a different angle, "It's really late, and I have an early flight. If I go back now, I won't get any rest. Can't I stay just for the

the spacious mansion, hinting, "You've got plenty of guest rooms

word. As soon as the

resignation. Despite her disappointment, it was clear

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short while before dawn broke. Joy got up to

had to keep up with that jerk's insane schedule.

phone buzzed with a notification. She reached under her pillow, grabbed her

chaotic, and she'd completely forgotten that payment day was just around the corner. She had planned to finish the last

wasn't completed perfectly, her commission was halved, and now she

was as

Selena muttered a curse under her breath, wishing the worst on Everett. She realized sleep wasn't happening and jumped out of bed, booted up her computer, and dashed off an

new gigs? I'm up for anything, no matter the level.

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