Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 409

Selena lowered her eyes, hiding the whirlwind of thoughts swirling inside her head. After a beat, she spoke softly, "Life moves on. He said he'd be there for me and the kids from now on. Some things are best left behind."

Ava felt a pang of pity hearing this. She thought it was a raw deal for Mrs. Bennett, but she knew all too well how most women compromise in marriage for their children's sake. Maternal love is truly profound.

Still, looking on the bright side, Mrs. Bennett had been through so much. Why should she let divorce make things easy for the other woman? Sure, Mr. Bennett had his flaws, but the family empire was innocent. In the end, it would belong to Mrs. Bennett's kids! Thinking this way, Ava felt more at ease and smiled, "Mrs. Bennett, as long as you keep your chin up, things will only get better."

Selena returned the smile.

Turning around, she spotted Everett standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking a bit surprised, "You're not off to work yet?"

"Not yet."

Everett replied casually, gliding down the stairs with his long strides. He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on her soft cheek and asked tenderly, "Still feeling off?"

Last night, after getting back from the hospital, she'd been queasy and dizzy, and he had stayed by her side until she drifted off to sleep.

"Feeling better." Selena said, noticing his furrowed brow and smiled, "It's not my first rodeo. I've got this. Early pregnancy can be a rollercoaster."

gently smoothing the

a slight smile playing on his lips as he held her hand and

slicked back, she couldn't help but

clear out the deadwood," Everett said,

Ah, that explained it.

uncles in their place, and today Everett was leveraging this momentum to shake things up at the board meeting. This granddad-grandson duo was a force to be reckoned with. Everett had clawed his way to the top of

how to

husband for her, genuinely wanting her to have a life

If only...

her thoughts to herself, her

matters, just gave him a once-over and said, "Your tie's a bit wonky, let me fix it." Everett was

their little spat, she'd been distant, not bothering with these small domestic

that he couldn't do it himself, but these sweet little rituals

and highlighting the soft down on her fair cheeks, making her

his arms

in for