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."

exactly what she'd expected. Selena let out a derisive laugh. "Men and their

phone before fishing out hers from his pocket and tossing it

new bank alert. Everett had transferred a significant amount of money to her. "What's this

the next, he was

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

and nodded toward the bowl of plain oatmeal.

moment. He was switching tactics, trying to win her over

lit up with a smile,

money. That bowl of oatmeal, now tinged with the taste of

dutifully ate,

tightness in

though the thought

just for the cash

money makes you this happy, but you still want a divorce?

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

five-figure oatmeal, replied, "It's different. The money learn myself versus money handed out by