Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett's gaze darkened instantly, knowing full well that this woman wouldn't say anything nice if her life depended on it. He sneered, "You're lying right in front of your parents. Aren't you worried they'll have a midnight chat with you?"

Everett was being so irritating.

Selena turned to glare at him, thought for a moment, and reintroduced him, "Dad, Mom, meet my future ex-husband." Everett was speechless. After a beat, he chuckled. "Selena, I dare you to introduce me like that at tonight's dinner party." Selena picked up on the "dinner party" bit and stood up, eyeing him strangely. "How'd you hear about that?"

"Grandma mentioned it this morning. She said she even got us outfits to make a grand entrance tonight."

Everett paused, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "We can't let her down, so I agreed."

Selena's mind was buzzing. Given her and Everett's current situation, hosting a dinner party together was downright awkward. She was planning to convince him to scrap the idea on their way back from paying respects. They both agreed weddings weren't their thing, so it should've been easy. But here he was, throwing a curveball.

Selena knew he was doing this on purpose, her hands clenching in frustration. "Haven't seen you this keen in the past three years."

just couldn't stand

"Don't want to go? Fine,

several times before her voice emerged. Words nearly gritted through her

with force. The twig, which looked

What kind of twig was this? It

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expression, but when he laughed, his

her who was obsessed with looks. Otherwise, who could put up with him with his irritating personality? She shook her head to clear those irrational thoughts. Remembering the wrongs she suffered after their marriage, she gave a cold laugh and snapped the twig in

Everett's smile faltered.

bent down, placing the hibiscus flowers she brought in front of the tombstone.

a wet wipe, carefully cleaning the photo

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