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?

herself, she slapped him again, grabbing his shirt, and spat out each word, "And you, thinking

can't love anyone, let alone a child. If you've got any

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

he wondered if they'd really reached the end, if he should just... let

loved 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 an ounce of love, deprived of

was just a desperate attempt to

The rain poured down harder, soaking her face, and clothes, chilling her to the

determinedly moving further away

than the stormy sky, watching her retreating

had been carved out, the cold wind whistling through, chilling him to the

fleeting doubt and

to watch

she were to wither, she'd have to do

to own up to their choices. When she chose to marry him, to