Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 338

The man's brows knitted together tightly. "What do you mean by that?" Losing a child was a heart-wrenching experience for her, but as the father, he was struggling just as much.

At first, he hadn't been thrilled about the baby arriving. But over time, he warmed up to the idea of this unexpected new life. He found himself spending more time flipping through parenting books than work documents. For someone who never bothered with short videos, he was suddenly drawn to clips of kids and even started following a bunch of parenting influencers. Both he and she had been eagerly awaiting their Mateo's arrival. Selena looked intently at the man in front of her. Despite him being the husband she'd shared a bed with for years, her closest companion, he now seemed like a stranger. She couldn't tell which of his words were genuine and which were deceitful. She only trusted what she'd seen and lived through.

"Even a tiger wouldn't harm its cubs."

How could he bear it... How could he be so heartless, sacrificing their child for Margot's? They'd agreed on a divorce long ago, and now that the child was gone, maybe this was how fate had written their story. No matter how much they struggled or stalled, they'd end up back where they started.

Selena closed her eyes, letting the tears fall. After a moment, she wiped them away and looked at him again. "Everett." She whispered his name, her gaze drifting past his shoulder to Newport's night sky. "We're done. You can relax now. Tomorrow, I'll get in touch with a lawyer to draw up the divorce papers. Just sign them."

point of despair, there's a strange calmness, where

your reputation, I'll cooperate. Just sign, as

her empty gaze. She was talking about divorce like it was just another mundane topic, like discussing the weather. They'd

alone accept it. He jumped up, hands shoved in his pockets, his stare cold and intense. "Selena, I never wanted a divorce! And I'm not going to!" As far as he

laughed. At

back. Her laughter grew louder, tears flowing once more. She lifted her head to look at him, her tear-filled eyes blurring

shameless things and at her own past foolishness.

it sooner. This Everett wasn't the same sickly young man she had met and saved in the countryside. He didn't remember her, didn't love her. He only brought her misery, pain, and heartbreak, time and

didn't say a word,