Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

There was a brief moment of silence.

Selena was at a loss for words to describe how she felt right now.

In Everett's eyes, every move she'd made since her awakening seemed off-kilter. Only when she was meekly in love with him, did she fit into his version of 'normal,' right? Tears sprang to her eyes as she mourned the reckless devotion she'd once given him without a second thought.

She lowered her lashes, hiding the tears threatening to spill, and said in a casual tone, "So, you'd agree to anything I say?"

Everett lounged back in his seat, calmly adjusting his sleeves. "Try me."

Selena sniffled quietly. Well, since he was practically asking for it, it was time to go big or go home.

She didn't hesitate to say, "Give me half your fortune, and I'll tell you whatever you want to hear."

If the money was right, she could serve up an Oscar-worthy performance!

"...In your dreams."

out a derisive

before fishing out hers from his pocket and tossing it back to

Selena grabbed her phone, her eyes going wide when she saw the new bank alert.

on; the next, he was sending money. Was he having a split personality crisis or

"Don't want it? Give it back, then!" Instinctively, Selena hugged the phone to her chest,

and nodded toward the bowl of plain

bulb moment. He was switching

up with

bowl of oatmeal, now tinged with the

dutifully ate, Everett

the tightness in

though the

for the cash left him

"A bit of money makes you this happy, but you still

in the lap of luxury, and he'd never put limits on

"It's different. The money learn myself versus money