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?

word, "And you, thinking

you've got any conscience left, you'd

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

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

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 nourishment-how

escape was just

away. The rain poured down harder, soaking her face, and

she didn't stop, determinedly moving further away from

frozen, his eyes darker than the stormy sky, watching her retreating figure. It

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

doubt and

couldn't let go, couldn't stand to watch

she were to wither, she'd

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