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."

eyes meeting Everett's. Her voice was still cool, but her eyes

she'd looked at him with even a hint of

bent down, leaving the black umbrella with her, and

a

and walked a few steps away, allowing them some

eyes never

In her heart, she whispered:

the cover

she quickly lifted her

sticky

into a little

earth by the gravestone.

"What's wrong?"

umbrella, Everett sensed something and came over

again,

down, his fingertips brushing her cold cheeks, wiping away her tears. "Don't cry, Mateo

spoke hoarsely, "Did

the run," Everett said, his eyes

back home,

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