Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 240

Jimmy had it rough, no doubt about it. His business went under, and word on the street was he'd been tossed into the ocean for what felt like an eternity before anyone bothered to fish him out, leaving him shaken to the core. It was like he'd been booted out of Newport

and left to figure things out on his own. All of this, just to get payback for Selena. He never used to give a hoot about her before!

Margot couldn't just sit back and relax. She had to fight for her love; no way was Selena going to swoop in and snatch her guy! With Everett distracted, she sneakily took a picture and posted it on social media. Outside, the storm was raging, but inside the master bedroom, it was eerily quiet.

Selena sat on the bed, staring blankly at her phone. It wasn't Everett messaging her, but a notification from Margot's latest post caught her eye. Margot's post featured a man's hand adjusting her IV drip. His fingers were long and elegant, with perfectly defined knuckles, like a work of art. And on his wrist was a one-of-a-kind watch.

Her caption read: [With him by my side, even the tough times aren't so tough.] Her followers went wild in the comments.

[Is that Prince Charming? Those hands are a dream! If his hands look this good, he must be a real heartthrob. So jealous!]

the only one who noticed the watch? That brand's

does, no one can top it. Waiting for the big reveal! I'm dying to know

Selena, who managed Everett's

wardrobe and accessories, knew

seeing evidence of them together hit her hard every time. It seemed to always come down to this. When it was about Margot, he'd leave without a backward glance. Selena thought things might have changed by now, but reality hit her like a slap in the face. Selena let out a bitter laugh, put her phone down,

Everett made his way back to Moon Bay. As he stepped into the foyer,

a quick glance upstairs, "She should be in the bedroom working on her

stairs. In the master bedroom, Selena had a laptop perched on her knees, but she was leaned back against the couch, head tilted, fast asleep. Her peaceful face, with her lips slightly parted, tugged at

her for a few days, remembered their last interrupted moment, stirring something

shirt, leaned

with one hand