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."

Selena was about to snap at him when she saw him step forward and, just like

dazed, looking up at

still married, paying respects to my in-laws is the right thing to do." Then, he started striding down the

...

afternoon,

on dresses. It was just a formality, and Selena thought about

dress in the shop.

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

weren't many top-notch dresses in a small town, so Mr. Perfectionist wasn't pleased with any of

not some grand royal wedding. Can you lower

smirked, "Selena, that's not what you said three years ago when you