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?"

was suddenly filled with self-doubt. Was she losing it,

the pasta, and immediately scrunched up her face, spitting it out. "It has zero flavor. How did you decide it was

it. Every meal she'd ever cooked was a hundred,

alright?" Everett really couldn't wrap his head around her. She wasn't pleased when he criticized her cooking, and

want to know

for you, Mr. Big Shot," Selena said,

locked

let him get a

sudden need to investigate. Although she called him unreasonable, he

think the pasta was alright? Maybe he was just starving after

thoughts flickered through

he casually answered, "I spent ten thousand bucks on this pasta; it has

immediately. There she

delicious just because

all the wonderful meals she had prepared for him for free, which he ignored. Now, he seemed

a hint of sarcasm, "Guess free stuff just

hadn't caught her words and glanced at her with curious