Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

He still thought it wasn't enough, teasingly reminding her of her role with playful affection, calling out, "Mrs. Bennett!"

Images flooded Selena's mind uncontrollably-those countless rumors over the years about him and Margot. In the apartment, even when his grandfather beat him to a bloody pulp, he stood firm, shielding Margot from being taken away. In the café, with Margot lying in a pool of blood, he didn't trust Selena, whisking Margot away and leaving Selena to face the crowd's judgment.

The last image lingered-their picture from the newspaper that morning; they sat on the couch, him engrossed in his papers, Margot in a nightgown, nestled beside him, watching TV-those peaceful days.

She tried to let go, convincing herself she'd soon be free. She had her son and the promise of a happier future. So, for the past few days, she'd been doing well, falling asleep each night looking at her son's picture, not needing to worry about anything else.

As long as Everett stayed out of her sight, not forcing her to confront an unfaithful husband, she could be okay, she could slowly find her way back to happiness.

But why...

He just wouldn't let her be, clinging to her, unable to stand her being even a little bit happy. If he was miserable, he wouldn't let her find peace either.

Selena's emotions boiled over, and she snapped. She kicked, shoved, and slapped him with everything she had.

get your filthy hands off me, get away, just get

had burned away all his sense. Her resistance

could she not love him now? Hadn't she always whispered in his ear

drag him into this game and then refuse to play by

love only him, Everett,

out his

shoulder. In a few strides, he reached the floor-to-ceiling windows and, with a flourish, yanked open

endless night sky, stars twinkling,

found herself pressed against the glass.

lost

at night, the villa's security

one could throw

stuck here was already humiliating

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