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.

picked up a bagel, took a bite, and followed it with a sip of chocolate milk, feeling her energy

at Marian. "Marian,

chuckled and shook her head. "I can't take the credit this time. Everett heard you liked these and went out early to grab them for you. You should be thanking him." "Cough..." Selena choked slightly, her eyes

breakfast from a street vendor

this kind of stuff? And now he was buying it for her?

thought, glanced over and said coolly, "You

But with Grace and Marian around, Selena had to swallow her endless questions and managed

much Everett cares for Selena? You can relax

She said with deep satisfaction, "I just hope

breakfast, Selena and

gazed at her parents' photos, their

were still alive, she would have been such a happy girl. Maybe she wouldn't have met Everett, wouldn't have married him, and wouldn't have ended

call for Everett. She closed her eyes and prayed on her

raising Grace's suspicions, she