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?

out each word, "And you, thinking about having another kid, Everett, do you

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

pressed into a tight line. He looked at Selena, her eyes

reached the end, if

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

escape was just a

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

didn't stop, determinedly

the stormy sky, watching her retreating

had been carved out, the cold wind whistling through,

fleeting doubt and tenderness vanished

stand to watch Selena

she'd have to do it in

marry him, to become Mrs. Bennett, she was bound to see this through to the