Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

While she verbally agreed to go along with him, her actions clearly showed she was picking fights at every turn. Even a blind man could see their relationship was on the rocks. Selena couldn't help but laugh in frustration. Was he seriously playing the victim now?

She didn't bother arguing. Instead, she looked up at him with a blank expression and said, "It's tough to swallow something you don't like, isn't it? I've been forcing myself to stomach things I hate for three years for your sake, and you can't even handle one lousy meal?" She scoffed, "You're quite the delicate flower, aren't you?"

Everett was caught off guard by her bringing up old grievances and snapped back, "Who tgold you to bend over backward for me? Did I twist your arm?"

In his memory, she was always smiling, seemingly content. When did that change?

"Right, you didn't ask me to, and you didn't force me."

Selena nodded with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "So, you're saying it's all on me, that I'm just being stupid."

Everett was taken aback.

usually enchanting with stars in

was always the bold and confident type; he couldn't stand this self-deprecating side of her. Just as he was about to clarify, she continued. "Who hasn't fallen for a few losers

up and down deliberately. "I've woken up now, haven't I? If I could go back,

like a stab to his heart, especially the last sentence, which

if not me, then

would be better- than you. If I'd married someone Sethree years ago, maybe i'd have

but night after night, she dreamt of rushing to the hospital and watching the doctors cover their bodies with

world, she wandered alone, cold, tired,

she desperately longed for someone to be by her

proposal, she thought she'd found

her words hitting him like a

the wall, pinning her hands above her head, and kissed her