Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

As soon as Selena spoke, she noticed Everett tense up, a sarcastic smirk tugging at her lips.

After a brief silence, Everett's low voice broke through, trying to dodge the real issue. "She won't be bothering us anymore."

With that offhand remark, he thought he could brush aside the past wounds.

Selena's emotions flared up anyway. She turned to face him, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "Everett, if you can't fix this, stop pretending to care with crocodile tears!"

"Mateo having you as a dad would be a disaster. Honestly, I'm relieved he never came into this world!"

She felt a deep sorrow and anger for her unborn child. Margot lost her child and he lost his temper, going as far as choking her in public. But what about her child?

Unloved and deemed insignificant, was that how it was?

Did her child deserve such neglect?

grabbing his shirt, and spat out each word, "And you, thinking about having another kid, Everett, do you really deserve that? Kids are living beings, not

alone a child. If you've got any conscience left, you'd let us part ways and

at Selena, her eyes full

wondered if they'd really reached the end,

as ever, while she had been worn down by the marriage... The once vibrant flower had long withered, shrouded

urge to escape was just

disheartened, Selena turned and walked away. The rain poured down harder, soaking her face, and clothes, chilling her to the

determinedly moving further away

frozen, his eyes darker than the stormy sky,

been carved out, the cold wind whistling through,

fleeting doubt and tenderness

let go, couldn't stand to watch Selena

she were to wither, she'd have to do

him, to become Mrs. Bennett,