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

If you've got any conscience left, you'd let us part ways and find

disgust, his lips pressed into a tight line. He looked at Selena, her eyes full of loathing and bitterness, and felt his

he wondered if they'd really reached the end,

as dashing and aloof as ever, while she had been worn down by the marriage... The once vibrant flower had long withered, shrouded in darkness. Loving someone is like tending to a flower; she hadn't felt an ounce of love, deprived of its

to escape was just a

down harder, soaking

didn't stop, determinedly moving further away from

than the stormy sky, watching her

out, the cold

and tenderness

to watch Selena walk away

if she were to wither, she'd have to do it in

have to own up to their choices. When she chose to marry him, to become Mrs. Bennett, she was bound to