Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 312

Suddenly, she came to a halt.

Frowning, she tried to piece things together and realized that in recent months, there had been several nights when she woke up to find Everett missing. At the time, she'd just assumed he was burning the midnight oil in his home office. Plus, with her pregnancy making

her sleep foggy, she hadn't paid much attention to it.

After all, Everett had been nothing short of a model husband lately-always coming home on time, being sweet and attentive. Besides work, he seemed to orbit around her completely.

But the sudden realization that he might have been sneaking out at night made her stomach drop, and a chill crept up her spine.

Maybe he was just swamped with work. He had always been a workaholic, after all.

But then there was the other possibility...

Selena squeezed her eyes shut.

any day now. Her grandfather was so excited for the little one, and if Everett kept up his current act, their child would be born into a world of love and happiness. He'd have doting grandparents, a caring

a journalist chasing down the truth.

why some wives, even when they suspected their husbands

believing your own lies is the best way to

Selena put her phone back on the nightstand, inch by inch, and

before dawn, Everett slipped into the bedroom. His handsome face was tinged with a weariness that

the dressing room, changed into pajamas, and slid into bed, wrapping Selena in his arms

cheek, nuzzled her hair, then closed his

Selena's eyes fluttered open.

peacefully, her

he could've been upfront

couldn't figure out what Everett was playing

care about her or the baby, why bother coming

did care,

to shake him awake, to confront and yell at him, but she bit her tongue, refusing to make a

couldn't give him any