Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Tears streamed down Margot's face. "Everett, are you saying I made up that fall to frame her?"

Everett, phone in hand, called Derick to bring the car around to the hospital entrance. He pocketed the phone, hands casually in his pockets, and stared down at her. "Or do you think I should check the surveillance footage?" Margot bit her lip, lost for words.

"Margot, I'll do what I promised you, nothing else..." Everett left the sentence hanging, his dark eyes lingering on her for a moment before he turned and walked away with long strides.

Margot watched him go, her face ashen. He was warning her to cut out the scheming. But how could she just let it go? If it hadn't been for that accident, she would be Mrs. Bennett by now!

...

Selena awoke to bright sunlight, finding herself in an unfamiliar hotel room, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. The sound of water stopped from the bathroom, and she sat up in a panic, her head pounding and her limbs heavy from the hangover. She couldn't remember if she'd done anything she'd regret.

Her mind was a blur, with only snippets of memory. The last thing she recalled was collapsing onto a bench by the road. Then someone came, and she'd let all her frustrations out on them. How had she ended up here?

through her at the thought. The water stopped, and the bathroom door opened. Footsteps approached,

came a

up to see Joy, also in a loose robe, towel-drying her hair. Relief washed over her, and tears filled her eyes. "Joy, what are

replied, plopping onto the bed and rubbing her back. "You have no idea how much trouble you were when you were drunk. I nearly threw my

her drinking

remembered getting drunk in front. of Everett once, insisting on playing drunken-boxing, which became one of her infamous

Joy's shoulders. "Thank God it was you. If I'd done something truly awful, how could I ever face anyone again?" Joy

tossed the towel aside,

a look

Dr. Campbell who

out on the bench.

to take you home, but you went off on him,