Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena pouted. Just the other day, Grace was all about Dr. Campbell, lamenting his unavailability. Now, she was Everett's biggest fan. Talk about a quick turnaround!

Selena couldn't shake the feeling that Everett's grand display today was a calculated move to win people over. That way, when the divorce eventually happened, everyone would point fingers at her, not him. Selena held Grace's hand and said, "Okay, I'll remember that."

Despite her words, her heart wasn't in it. Making things to work require efforts from two. He was the one who never wanted her by his side. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold on to him. "Alright, you can go now. Take care of your husband; he's had quite a bit to drink and must be feeling awful," Grace said, waving her off.

Selena wasn't thrilled, mumbling, "Derick's with him."

When Everett drank, he was a handful or, more accurately, he only seemed to enjoy making her life difficult. One minute, he wanted this; the next, that. When a headache hit, his temper flared, and any slip-up from her was met with harsh words. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with his demands.

Unimpressed, Grace said, "He's your husband, not Derick's. Derick has had a long day, too; he needs his rest."

"Or are you suggesting I, or maybe Marian, should look after him?"

heading that way, Selena reluctantly agreed, "Alright, alright,

in snugly, and left

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door behind him in one smooth motion. Selena rolled her eyes, her gaze settling on Everett lounging on the bed. Under the

if he didn't speak, you'd never guess he was as drunk as a skunk. Just as she was about to speak, he looked up, his lips

he think he was bossing around? His

frowned deeply, clearly annoyed.T was so

everyone, and you can't even get me a

him, but his actions today had

went to the kitchen, warmed up a glass of