Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

After what should've been a leisurely hour and a half drive, Everett managed to turn it into a hair-raising forty-minute race, bringing the car to a screeching halt with a sound that could wake the dead. Selena, thrown forward by the sudden stop, shot him a glare that could cut glass. Damn him, that infuriating man was acting up again!

Everett, in the driver's seat, wore a stormy look, his eyes as cold as ice. He didn't even bother to glance at her, his lips barely moving as he bit out, "Get out!"

With a scoff, Selena unbuckled her seatbelt, stepped out, and slammed the door with a force that rattled the windows.

In seconds, Everett floored the gas pedal, leaving her in a cloud of dust.

Even as her silhouette grew smaller in the rearview mirror, he could still feel the chill of her icy indifference.

His patience was running on fumes.

For almost two months now, since she started her postpartum recovery, he'd been by her side every single day, sharing meals and the bed, trying his hardest to lift her spirits. Yet, she still clung to her resentment. Handling the idiots outside was enough of a headache without her constant mood swings.

His pride wouldn't let him keep groveling. If she couldn't be the comfort he needed, there were plenty more out there who could! Did she really think she was irreplaceable? Just spoiled, that's all! A sarcastic smirk flashed in Everett's eyes.

it up to see a message from Margot: "Everett,

Margot had been behaving recently, following the doctor's

to toss his phone aside, another message

set

be friends and act like it. I won't think about things

eyes lingered on that last line for a moment before

explained countless times already. Did Selena ever believe him?

gunning the engine as he made a sharp U-turn toward

...

didn't make it home that night, the first time he'd stayed out since this whole mess

woke up the next morning. After a brief pause, she shrugged

realized the usual