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?

"And you, thinking about having another kid, Everett, do you really deserve that? Kids

child. If you've got any conscience left, you'd let us

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

if they'd really reached the end, if he should

dearly. He was still 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

just a desperate attempt

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

she didn't stop, determinedly moving further

than the stormy sky, watching her retreating figure. It

him had been carved out, the cold wind whistling

fleeting doubt and

go, couldn't stand to watch Selena

to wither, she'd have to

to own up to their choices. When she chose to marry him, to become Mrs. Bennett, she was bound to see this through to the bitter