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."

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

had been so long since she'd looked at him with even a hint of softness.

bent down, leaving the black umbrella with her, and reminded, "The rain might get

gave a slight

walked a few steps away,

his eyes never left

the ultrasound photo of her child, tears of relief falling. In her heart, she whispered: Baby, mom will come for you soon, just wait for

the cover

quickly lifted

a sticky note hidden

into a little ball,

earth by the gravestone.

"What's wrong?"

half-hidden under the umbrella, Everett sensed something and came

lifted again, revealing Selena's

paused, then knelt down, his fingertips brushing her cold cheeks, wiping away her tears. "Don't

hoarsely, "Did they catch the one

run," Everett

back

nowhere to hide. But abroad, it was