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.

to touch her cheek. But just as he was about to, a

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the hospital, Everett's phone buzzed. Seeing Jaime's name, he stepped out to take the call. "Did you get her

I swear I just blinked,

every single time I give you a simple task, you drop the

muttered under his breath, "It's not my fault you can't manage your wife. How's that on

cut the call brusquely and dialed Selena's number, but it rang unanswered. He tried

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

with me tonight?" Everett buttoned his suit with practiced ease, his voice calm and distant.