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?"

filled with self-doubt. Was she losing it,

She grabbed the fork from Everett's hand, took a mouthful of the pasta, and immediately scrunched up her face,

was a hundred, a thousand times better than this thrown-together

are you upset when I say it's alright?" Everett really couldn't wrap his head around her. She wasn't pleased when

want to know what makes

for you, Mr.

her eyes locked onto

wouldn't let him get

by her sudden need to investigate. Although she called him unreasonable, he thought she was

just starving after a long day, and anything would have

flickered through

in the mood to dive deeper, he casually answered, "I spent ten thousand bucks on this

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

would Everett find it delicious just because

he ignored. Now, he seemed to enjoy a plain bowl of pasta because he paid

hint of sarcasm, "Guess

mumbling about?" Everett hadn't caught her words and glanced at her