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.

bagel, took a bite, and followed it with a sip of

flashed a big heart gesture at Marian. "Marian,

heard you liked these and went out early to grab them for you. You should be thanking him." "Cough..." Selena choked slightly, her eyes widening as she glanced at the expressionless

last time he caught her grabbing breakfast from a street

stuff? And now he was buying it for

glanced over

around, Selena had to swallow

winked and laughed. "Grace, see how much Everett cares for Selena? You can relax now,

nodded eagerly, her dentures nearly slipping from her wide smile. She said with deep satisfaction, "I just hope you two

Selena

and Tasha's grave. She gazed at her parents' photos, their

girl. Maybe she wouldn't have met Everett, wouldn't have

closed her eyes and prayed on her

Grace's suspicions, she