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.

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

spacious mansion, hinting, "You've got

if he hadn't heard a word. As soon as the

Everett with a mix of reluctance and resignation. Despite her disappointment, it was clear he was in

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got up to

she no longer had to keep up with that jerk's insane schedule. She closed her

her pillow, grabbed her

past few days had been chaotic, and she'd completely forgotten that payment day was just around the corner. She had planned

completed perfectly, her commission was halved, and now

income was as good

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 email

for anything, no matter the level. Just send them

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