Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

For a new mom, the longing was relentless, gnawing at her every day, and she couldn't talk to anyone about it. It was driving her insane.

"This spot is peaceful, and I've hired someone to keep an eye on it. Grandpa even said, if he... he wants his final resting place to be here too, so Mateo wouldn't be alone."

The man beside her spoke with a voice roughened by hidden pain that was hard to detect. He had carefully piled the small mound of earth behind the gravestone himself, one handful at a time. It was the last thing he could do for the child who never got to see the world. Selena glanced sideways at him.

Under the dim, rainy light beneath the umbrella, his handsome face seemed blurred with moisture, making his true emotions hard to read. To her, his face only showed hypocrisy.

Because he was the one responsible for all this!

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have barely survived childbirth, wouldn't have been separated from her child right after birth, and wouldn't be stuck by his side, unable to see her child even now.

Anger blazed inside her, and she wanted to call him out for having the nerve to act so sincere. Who did he think he was fooling?

Her hands, hanging by her sides, were clenched tight, nails digging into her palms. The pain brought her back to her senses. Patience is key, she reminded herself.

Everett, this sly man, could catch any slip-up she made, and that would ruin everything she and Dr. Campbell had planned. Selena closed her eyes, and after a moment, calmed herself down.

"If you had told me earlier you were coming to pay respects to the baby, I could've brought a gift."

She stepped forward and sat in front of the gravestone.

"Could you give us a moment? I want to talk to the baby alone."

Her voice was still cool, but her eyes held a trace of

she'd looked at him

bent down, leaving the black umbrella with her, and reminded, "The rain might get heavier, don't stay

a slight

walked a few steps away, allowing them some mother-and-child

his eyes

of relief falling. In her heart, she whispered: Baby, mom

cover of the

quickly

a sticky note hidden

it into a little ball,

into the earth by the

"What's wrong?"

umbrella, Everett sensed something

again,

cold cheeks, wiping away her tears. "Don't cry,

to raise his suspicions, Selena spoke hoarsely, "Did they catch the one

run," Everett said, his eyes

they were back

have nowhere to hide. But abroad, it was much harder