Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Brook was fumbling over his words, clearly flustered.

Selena closed her eyes for a moment, piecing it all together. "What did he give you?" she asked, her voice calm but firm. "Be honest. Don't make me pry."

That tone of hers always did the trick. Brook couldn't keep anything from her and spilled the beans. "The land in the south of the city..."

Selena knew that persuading her uncle wouldn't come easy, but even she was startled by the magnitude of Everett's offer.

As a journalist, she was always on top of the latest news and trends, so she was well aware of how prized that piece of land was.

She never would have guessed that Everett would go so far as to use it to shut her uncle up, sparing her from further hassle.

He used to get so annoyed when she turned to him for every little thing and often reacted with impatience or a biting remark. She had just wanted to get his attention and have something more to talk about with him. This time, without a word from her, he had stepped in and handled it.

Both pleased and relieved, Brook chimed in, "Selena, Everett still cares about you. I know things got rocky because of that pianist, whatever her name is, but what guy doesn't mess up? Especially a guy like Everett! It's okay to make mistakes as long as he knows how to make things right and come home. That still makes him a good husband. He told me he's serious about working things out with you now. Selena, don't be so stubborn, or you'll just push him further away."

she held her phone, feeling a bit

early, and as your uncle, it's up to me to say this. Every marriage has its ups and downs-it's ridiculous to talk about divorce at every bump. Think about it. Give Everett another

talk. But after finding out that Everett wasn't at fault, her once-steeled heart had softened. She couldn't help but wonder-if Everett was genuinely turning over a new leaf and ready to

to it?

were a jumble. She wasn't sure what she felt. But if Everett kept coming home every day, doting on her, playing the part of the perfect husband, she knew she'd be hard-pressed

was scared of the past repeating, of diving back in without thinking, just like she had

knees, she

saw it was from her boss. She quickly opened it. Boss: [Got

a second thought, Selena replied:

to step away for a few days, away from e Everett's influence. It would give her space to sort out her feelings. After all, a bit

over the

them, Selena booked her flights and hotel and packed her bags. An hour later, she was on