Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena blinked a couple of times, trying to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"Everett, is my pasta... okay?" she asked, a bit unsure.

The warmth from the pasta had eased Everett's stomach ache, lifting his spirits considerably. "It's good," he remarked.

First, Selena thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, and now she began to doubt her ears.

You know what they say: the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

For three long years, she had poured her heart into figuring out what tickled Everett's taste buds. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, his response was always a flat "average," except for that one time when he said her food was "okay."

That really put a dent in her confidence. But then again, considering Everett was a man who had been pampered with gourmet dishes by top chefs all his life, it was only natural for him to be a bit of a food snob. So, she would just kept on trying. That was until one day when she dropped by his office to bring him lunch and saw that Margot had also sent a lovingly prepared meal. Everett hadn't even taken a bite when he told Margot over the phone. "Everything you send is delicious." Selena stood at the door and had felt like a total fool.

It wasn't that her cooking was off; it was that she wasn't the one he cared for. No matter how perfect her dishes were, he'd never appreciate them.

From that day forward, she stopped cooking for him, believing he didn't deserve her efforts. So, when she made the pasta, she didn't even bother with any seasoning.

What did he say? "It's good?"

self-doubt. Was she losing it, or

from Everett's hand, took a mouthful of the pasta, and immediately scrunched up

couldn't believe it. Every meal she'd ever cooked was a hundred, a

head around her. She wasn't pleased when he criticized her cooking, and now she wasn't happy when he

want to know

you, Mr. Big Shot," Selena

locked onto

wouldn't let him get a wink of sleep without an

Although she called him

Maybe he was just starving after a long day, and anything would have tasted good, or

thoughts flickered

odd irritation Not in the mood to dive deeper, he casually answered,

Selena's eyes faded immediately. There she went again, overestimating

find it delicious just

had prepared for him for free, which he ignored. Now, he seemed to enjoy

of sarcasm, "Guess free stuff just isn't

her words and glanced