Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Callum sighed and shook his head, realizing there was no point trying to reason with someone who was clearly tipsy. "You're drunk. Let me get you home."

As he reached out to steady her, Selena shoved him away with surprising force, her eyes blazing with disdain. "Don't touch me. Go back to the hospital and cozy up with your mistress. You're disgusting!" Callum halted, the sight of her tear-streaked face tugging at his heart.

"Everett, don't think I'm hung up on you. I'm not. The way you've behaved makes me sick. How dare you cheat on me? How could you humiliate me like this?

"If you didn't want me, you shouldn't have married me. But you did, and now you can't let go of your side piece, yet you won't divorce me. What did I ever do to deserve this treatment from you?"

Selena, fueled by alcohol, let all her pent-up frustrations and grievances spill out. Callum sat down beside her, listening quietly, letting her vent. Better out than in, as they say.

Eventually, Selena's energy waned, and she slumped, exhausted from crying and shouting. Callum gently supported her, ensuring she didn't fall.

skin pale, yet under the moonlight, there was a fragile beauty about her. His hand reached out, almost instinctively, to touch her cheek. But just as he was about to, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and she murmured softly, "Everett." It was like she was trapped in a sad

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stepped out to take the call. "Did you get her home

apologetically, "Everett, I swear I just blinked, and she

turned steely, frustration seeping into his voice. "Jaime, every single time I give you

my fault you can't manage your wife.

unanswered. He tried the

Margot. She was fine, just a bit shaken up, and needed rest. He told Margot, "Alright, you should stay here tonight and rest. You can

anxious. Can't you stay with