Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett was absolutely livid, his words sharp and biting. "Seriously, ask yourself-this meal is so half-heartedly thrown together, even pigs would turn their noses up. And you think I'd eat it?" Selena just rolled her eyes internally.

When she actually put effort into her cooking, did he ever show any appreciation? Nope. He always had to be the one doing all the talking, complaining about everything!

It was probably just another one of his bad moods, and he was taking it out on her. Not wanting to butt heads, Selena swallowed her pride and replied in a calm and gentle tone, "Since you dislike it so much, I'll stop cooking. I'll have Ava make your meals every day and bring them over. How does that sound?"

"In your dreams!"

A flicker of anger danced in Everett's eyes. "If it's not right, you keep at it until it is. A month, six months, even a year if that's what it takes!"

Selena was getting ticked off, too. "This is ridiculous! Why should I listen to you? Eat it or don't. I don't care!"

If he were set on making things difficult, no amount of cooking would ever please him. His spoiled brat behavior was flaring up again, and she'd be crazy to stick around and cater to it. Without a second thought, Selena stood up to leave.

But she barely got a few steps away when his mocking voice stopped her. "Selena, you're asking for a divorce, boldly demanding half of my wealth and stating you deserve a share. You claimed you've been the dutiful wife after looking after my parents, and serving me. Yet the reality is, you can't even whip up a meal I like!"

you actually dare to claim you're not just living off me in this marriage? Where

nails pinning her to the ground, unable to move. Selena's hands clenched

saw her efforts in their marriage, and was always quick to point out

insults and disrespect ignited her competitive spirit and determination not to be belittled. She spun around, eyes blazing, her voice

got a clear

was the one who truly let down this marriage.

lurking outside, saw her

to get on her husband's nerves. Now was the perfect time for a more comforting presence,

soup, knocking lightly on the door, her voice sweet. "Mr. Bennett, I've made some soup,

BUM

his handsome

bit nervous but knew the risk might pay

Selena before he finally said, "Fine, let's have a

in her ability