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.

bite, and followed it with a sip of

big heart gesture at Marian. "Marian, you really get me. This is

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 man

the last time he caught her grabbing breakfast from a street

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

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

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

Everett cares for Selena? You can relax

said with deep satisfaction, "I just hope you two are happy.

breakfast, Selena and

at her parents' photos, their

girl. Maybe she wouldn't have met Everett, wouldn't have married him, and wouldn't have ended

for Everett. She closed her eyes and prayed on her

not for fear of raising Grace's suspicions, she wouldn't