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.

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

the door. Margot, biting her lip, looked at Everett with a mix of reluctance and resignation. Despite her disappointment, it was clear he was in no mood for company. She told him to

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dawn broke. Joy got up to get ready for work, moving around quietly, but

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

her phone buzzed with a notification. She reached under her pillow, grabbed her phone, and any trace of sleepiness

day was just around the corner.

thanks to that jerk, her job wasn't completed perfectly, her

income was as good

Selena muttered a curse under her breath, wishing the worst on Everett. She realized sleep wasn't

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