Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Weren't they in the middle of a cold war, maybe even on the brink of divorce? What on earth did he miss?

Everett's eyes, dark and piercing, flicked over. He responded with a cool retort, "When did we ever have relationship problems?"

Selena scoffed inwardly. Who would buy that story?

Callum seemed to glance over, or maybe it was just a trick of the light.

Only Jaime looked genuinely puzzled. When had their relationship ever been smooth sailing?

Jaime wanted to speak up, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt the intense, silent warning from his buddy. Instantly, he snapped back to reality.

To keep himself out of trouble, he figured it was best to zip his lips and focus on the food!

Swallowing his words, he changed the topic. "Ahem. Let's get the food rolling."

When it came to dining and having a good time, Jaime was top-notch; no one dared challenge that. The dishes he ordered were a delight, tempting anyone who took a look.

Picking up her fork, she dove in with gusto. After all, there was no need to play the part of a demure lady in front of Everett anymore. Watching her eat like she hadn't in days, Everett's brow furrowed. At lunch, she barely touched her food in front of him, but now, with Callum around, her appetite was back with a vengeance. He found himself glancing at Callum, who was watching Selena with

though he masked it well. He picked up a piece of broccoli and placed it on Selena's plate. "Sweetheart, don't hold back if you like it." Then he proceeded to pile on more dishes, almost

for us single folks, will you? We came

"You two aren't getting any younger. Maybe it's time to

that. Everett's playing matchmaker now. Is that what happens once you're married?" Jaime

his usual calm demeanor, smiling

back, Everett noticed Selena hadn't touched a single thing he'd served her. Everything was pushed to the side. His eyes

his irritation, he leaned in and whispered, "Why aren't you eating? Or is it just that the food I picked

tone was light but carried

pressure, almost

The message was clear: since she agreed to put

her fault she didn't want to eat them? The dishes he picked weren't her favorites. Even after three years of marriage, he even

the time to make a scene. Selena forced herself to eat, feeling her

care, she

greasy, spicy, sour, and sweet dishes. She beamed at him. "Honey, you've been looking