Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 351

Through the hazy night, he glanced up towards the master bedroom on the second floor, where the light was still burning bright. Clearly, Selena wasn't asleep yet.

He had been home for a while, but he hesitated to go inside, hoping to dodge another argument. The look of resentment and deep loathing in Selena's eyes was something he couldn't bear. It not only angered him but also pushed him to the edge of losing control. He was her husband, not her adversary.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared at the window. He lifted his gaze, eyes narrowing slightly. Selena was getting ready for bed, closing the window, when she caught sight of Everett by chance. So, he was home already.

Their eyes locked across the night, neither able to make out the other's features clearly. Yet, Everett felt a flicker of hope, wishing Selena would call out to him, even just wave him back. He'd rush to her side in a heartbeat, ready to be there for her. But reality hit hard as Selena quickly looked away and, with a firm snap, shut the window. The bedroom light went out immediately after.

Everett's handsome face turned cold, his brief hope morphing into annoyance. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it with his foot. Heartless woman! Was this how she treated her husband? Maybe he had been too lenient with her! He pulled out his phone and dialed Jaime. It rang three times before Jaime leisurely answered.

"Where are you?" Everett asked bluntly.

Jaime snorted, "We're done, remember? Why even bother asking? I won't tell you!"

later, they were in a booth at a bar. Jaime, arms crossed, watched Everett down drink after drink, his face a

right, but no, you had to act tough. Now she's giving

lazily lifted his eyes, shooting him a

still saying it Jaime was still sore from

of Everett and

hurt, especially since they

How could

married, you had all the chances to treat her well. You slept with her, so why not love her too? Just because of that

eyes catching the glint of the liquid inside. He usually kept his deepest secrets to himself, but maybe it was the despair that made him spill

words were like a bomb going off,

"What?"

hearing. He stared, wide-eyed, "You, you have

head back to finish his drink in one

of postpartum confinement. Ava had taken good care of her, and she had been working hard to get back on her