Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Joy nodded. "Yeah, I'm afraid so."

"I can't go on anymore. Just find a nice spot and bury me," Selena said, her spirit completely crushed.

Seeing her like this, Joy tried to lift her spirits. "Hey, at least it was Callum who found you. He's not the type to spread gossip. Your secret's safe with him, no worries. You can still salvage your reputation." Selena forced herself to shake off the gloom and got up to get ready for the day.

Joy had work, so Selena didn't ask for a ride. Instead, she called a cab to take her back to Moon Bay.

During the ride, she kept glancing at her phone, torn about whether to reach out to Callum. The embarrassment was too overwhelming, and she couldn't face him.

Oh well, she thought, one step at a time.

When she got back to the villa, she stumbled in, her head throbbing from the hangover and lack of sleep. She just wanted to crash and catch up on some rest.

But a deep, stern voice came from the direction of the living room. "Selena, finally decided to come back, did you?"

Selena stopped dead in her tracks. She turned to see Everett, his face stormy, seething with anger.

She blinked a few times, her mind snapping back to reality. This was supposed to be her line! Was he trying to get the jump on her?

distance in a few strides, his eyes cold as ice.

lips curled into a smirk. "None

states no overnight

playing the contract

a loving couple. So why weren't you worried about photos when you humiliated me at the wedding reception

with the mistress and then come up with

more about his fling with Margot. She didn't want to

a line yesterday.

and

to explain yourself to

me.dt

took her to the hospital or a

your wife, and now that we're on the brink of divorce, as your soon-to-be

forgiving, virtuous wife, but secretly, she would fume whenever women flocked around

used to find

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and distant, clearly