Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 299

In recent years, the pandemic had really put a damper on celebrations, making holidays feel pretty low-key. But this year, it seemed like everyone was finally bouncing back and ready to have some fun again.

Selena listened quietly, a touch of envy sneaking into her eyes. She'd always been one for excitement and social gatherings. Yet, after three years of marriage, she found herself stuck, first by her own decisions and now by Everett, who just wouldn't let go. Moon Bay used to be her favorite little hideaway, a place she'd decorated herself to make a warm home for Everett. But now, it felt more like a fancy prison she couldn't stand-gorgeous, but oh so cold. Talk about irony.

Ava noticed the shift in Selena's mood and kicked herself for her thoughtless comment. She quickly changed the subject. "Hey, I've got some flour and meat. How about we make some pies? Nothing beats homemade pies, right?" Selena, pregnant and cooped up, was all too happy for a break from her usual routine of eating and sleeping. "Sure thing," she said.

She put on an apron, washed her hands, and while Ava got the meat ready, Selena expertly kneaded the dough and worked on the pie crusts. Ava watched, surprised. "You know how to do this, ma'am?"

making pies with my parents during the holidays was my

about her folks tugged at Selena's heartstrings. New Year's was all about family. She used to spend it with her parents, then with Uncle Ricky, but since getting married, she'd been on her own.

she didn't feel let down anymore. Selena kept kneading the dough, not realizing Everett was standing in the doorway, quietly watching her, taking in every flicker of emotion on

words from the other

wanted to keep her close because her stubbornness got under his skin, and he didn't want her getting too friendly with other guys. He was waiting for her to give in. But now, he suddenly felt that

to ask Ava for help when a hand reached over The fingers were long, strong, and elegantly beautiful, like a piece of art. They gently

like a whirlpool-one look and she felt as if she could be pulled in, completely lost.