Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Over the past three years, their relationship had settled into a comfortable routine: she wanted something, and he always delivered. So, he was genuinely baffled by her recent spate of odd behaviors-it was more of a headache than any major project he'd ever tackled. "Wow, so you tried to patch things up with your lady, and she just gave you the cold shoulder?" Jaime was floored, almost jumping out of his seat. "That's crazy!"

To think Everett, the youngest hotshot at Bennett Corporation, who used to not give a hoot about his obedient wife, was now caught off guard by her. He always suspected the 'win back your wife at all costs' drama would unfold eventually, just not this soon! Everett's face was stormy. He insisted, "It's a buddy of mine, not me!"

But then it hit him-Jaime knew all his friends, so that excuse didn't hold much water. He added with a cool detachment, "It's Derick!"

Meanwhile, outside, Derick sneezed several times in quick succession.

Jaime asked, "...When did Derick get a girlfriend? How did I miss that?"

"I'm asking you the questions, not vice versa."

Everett poured himself another drink, trying to hide whatever was simmering inside, and sternly warned, "If you've got an answer, spit it out. If not, zip it. I'm not in the mood for your chatter."

be treading on thin ice, Jaime adjusted his glasses, stifling

in a case like this." He held up one finger, "First,

his fingers on his glass, lost in thought. Then, with a cryptic

we've got

then got serious. "It means

was puzzled, "In plain English,

eyes. "Basically, she's fallen out

vein twitching at his temple. Selena had been all about him; what could possibly

other

something clicked, and his expression shifted slightly, though he still declared confidently, "No way, she wouldn't fall out of love with me." Jaime couldn't help but ask, "Do you

his mind racing back to all the recent conversations about

deep drag, seemingly trying to calm