Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena just couldn't wrap her head around it. In the past, whenever she was sick and begged him to come check on her, he would flat-out ignore her. And now, even after everything she laid out there, he hadn't slammed the door and stormed off. Instead, he just hung around. She watched him with his lips pressed into a tight line and suddenly had a thought. She spoke slowly, "Do you suddenly have this weird fixation on me because I'm not chasing after you anymore?"

The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. Men are strange creatures. When you chase them, they act indifferent, but the minute you stop, they can't handle it. And it's not about love-it's all about their ego and possessive nature. Everett stiffened, his brow furrowed, but he stayed silent. He's not confirming nor denying.

Selena let out a sarcastic laugh. "Your affection is cheaper than dirt. Besides, you never had any real feelings, just that overblown macho pride."

"Selena, watch your mouth!" Everett pressed his tongue against his teeth, taking a deep breath to cool his temper. "Considering you're not well, I'll let it slide this time."

With that, he turned and walked out.

Selena didn't care if he left. In fact, she preferred it, but he had taken her phone, which infuriated her. "Are you trying to starve me or something? If I kick the bucket, you won't have to split the assets, and you can let Margot take over, right?" Everett acted like he didn't hear a thing and was out the door in no time.

Selena thought about going after him, but the moment her feet hit the floor, she crumpled, all her bottled-up frustration, anger, and sadness exploding at once.

came pouring

up in a loving home, with parents who were madly in love and always showed affection. She always thought that was how marriages were supposed to be. It was only after marrying Everett that she realized how unfortunate it was

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catchy line: "Don't just marry any guy. You can't pick your job, but

felt that

You throw insults and then act all hurt?" came his

back at some point. He stood there with a tray holding a bowl of plain

She was momentarily surprised.

knees, and lifted her back onto the bed. Seeing her tear-streaked

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his hand, and grabbed a tissue herself to wipe her tears and blow her nose, her voice

reasoning. "If you actually died here, I'd