Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett frowned. "You done talking?"

"Yeah, I'm done."

"Is that all you say every time you come?" Not really.

Every year, Selena would sit here for ages, chatting with her parents, pouring out all the emotions she'd kept bottled up inside. This time, though, she had plenty on her mind before she arrived, but suddenly, she didn't feel like saying any of it. Everything she wanted to say was about him.

He was tangled up in all her ups and downs. Three years into their marriage, her world had shrunk to just him. Everything revolved around him. Now, there wasn't any point in talking about it. Everett wouldn't be part of it for the rest of her life. Selena definitely wasn't about to tell him any of this. There was no need to give him more ammo for his jabs, "You seem to want control of everything!"

His face darkened yet again. This moody guy must've had some serious issues.

Selena couldn't be bothered with him, so she gathered her things and started heading down the hill. If she got back late, she'd miss the evening banquet.

"Hold on."

suddenly grabbed her wrist. Annoyed, Selena was about to snap at him when she saw him step forward and, just like she'd done earlier, he closed his eyes and prayed. Selena's heart skipped a

dazed, looking up at his profile. "Why... why did

to my in-laws is the right thing to do." Then, he started striding down the hill. Selena, trying to push down the whirlwind of

...

the afternoon,

on dresses. It was just a formality, and Selena thought about choosing something simple, but Everett wasn't having it. He insisted they bring

dress in the shop.

the banquet; it was just his perfectionist streak. If he were going to do something, he'd do it to perfection, even

in a small town, so Mr. Perfectionist wasn't

it's not some grand royal wedding. Can you lower your high standards just this once?

not what you said three