Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Perhaps it was the sound of their spat that caught Marian's attention as she peeked out from the kitchen, half curious and half concerned.

Selena, feeling the sting of her own anger, found herself unexpectedly calm. She didn't want to dredge up painful memories here, especially with the risk of her grandmother overhearing and getting upset. When she looked up, her gaze was icy, her lips curling into a cold smile. "If that's what you want to think, there's nothing I can do!"

Everett's stare could've cut glass, his words forced through gritted teeth. "Selena, are you admitting it?"

Selena was at a loss. How could someone so smart be so difficult to talk to?

Unable to hold back, she snapped, "Can you stop picking fights? Since we got married, you haven't come here with me even once. Who's really at fault for Grandma's misunderstanding?" The message was clear: You reap what you sow!

Everett's face darkened. "Selena, you've publicly made a fool of me, and you still think you're in the right?"

Selena felt not a shred of guilt and shot back, "Look who's talking."

He was no stranger to accusations himself. What right did he have to point fingers, especially when his accusations were true and hers were just a mix-up? She hadn't even voiced all her grievances yet, and here he was, all talk!

Everett could feel his blood pressure rising, like a weight on his chest, making it hard to breathe. Was this really the woman who'd clung to him for three years? When she loved him, she'd do anything to keep him close. Now, with a new interest, she was ready to toss him aside.

What did she think marriage was? Did she think he, Everett, was a servant to summon and dismiss at her whim?

announcing that dinner was ready. Selena quickly shifted her mood, her

watched, stunned,

demeanor in

instant. The argument seemed

to her, as if his feelings

What a heartless woman!

go eat," Selena said, reaching out to

matter how they clashed in private, in front of others, they had to play the part of

away, his face stormy. "You can still

been missing home cooking for ages." She

pressing against his molars, giving her a fierce look before walking

rolled her eyes. 'Eat if you want. If not, suit yourself.' She wasn't

the dining room, she was greeted by a table brimming with her favorite dishes. Eagerly, she sat down,

was incredibly delicious. "This is it, so good!" she

her nose. "You little glutton, still so hasty even after getting married. Aren't you worried about people laughing

Grace studied