Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena smiled, and Everett's upset stomach, which had just started to soothe, suddenly clenched again. He frowned, leaning in with a serious tone. "Selena, I'm your husband. Who will you talk to if you won't open up to me?" His voice dropped to a more intense, almost brooding pitch on those last few words.

Selena nodded. "Oh, a husband whose heart is with another woman? How exactly am I supposed to talk to you?"

Hadn't she tried to talk enough over the past three years? She even felt like she'd topped the list of women with hopeless efforts.

Everett was left without words.

Selena, quite used to this by now, didn't bother saying anything more. She quietly cleared the table and headed back to her room alone.

She climbed back into her bed and shut her eyes. She didn't know whether Everett returned or not. By the time she opened her eyes again, daylight was streaming in. She glanced at the bed. The jerk was nowhere to be seen. Selena needed to visit her parents' graves up on the hill, so she didn't dawdle. She got up swiftly, tidied up her bed, put on a headband, and stepped outside to freshen up.

Breakfast was all set, featuring all of Selena's favorites from the local breakfast carts back home.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, the mouthwatering aroma lifting her spirits. Truly, good food is the best mood lifter.

and followed it with a sip of chocolate milk, feeling her energy

gesture at Marian. "Marian, you really get me.

to grab them for you. You should be thanking him." "Cough..." Selena choked slightly, her eyes widening as she glanced at the expressionless man beside

last time he caught her grabbing breakfast from a street vendor and the scornful

the one who always hated her eating this kind of stuff? And now he was buying it for her? Was he out of

catch her train of thought, glanced over and said coolly, "You like them,

just surreal. But with Grace and Marian around, Selena had to swallow her

and laughed. "Grace, see how much Everett cares for Selena?

She said with deep satisfaction, "I

breakfast, Selena

Tasha's grave. She gazed at her parents'

been such a happy girl. Maybe she wouldn't have met Everett, wouldn't have married him, and wouldn't have ended up so

Everett. She closed her eyes

suspicions, she wouldn't have brought him