Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

He reached for his phone, but just as his fingertips were about to make contact, Ava burst through the door, her face etched with urgency. "Sir, something's wrong with the missus. You should go check on her right away."

Everett's expression turned serious as he jumped up and hurried out of the study.

In the bedroom, Selena lay on the bed, her forehead glistening with sweat, her lovely features twisted in distress. She was murmuring frantically, caught in the grip of a nightmare.

He rushed over, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. "Selena, wake up..."

Up close, he could hear her fragmented whispers spilling out, repeating, "Don't come near, don't hurt my baby, please..."

"Everett, hurry... why aren't you here yet..."

"Save my baby, Everett, save our child!"

Each word was more heart-wrenching than the last, drenched in despair.

were the words she couldn't say during the accident when she was

the new pregnancy, the pain of losing Mateo had faded, but Selena always managed to bring him back to that deep guilt and regret. His

a nightmare! Everything will be alright once

softly patted her sweat-damp

blankly at the ceiling before her gaze drifted to Everett. The worry etched on his handsome face came into

his arms tightly. "The baby? Is

The baby?

the nightmare had disoriented her. She hadn't yet come back

safe and sound in your belly. Everything's okay,

gently to her stomach,

and the

a chill, Everett had

her freshen up

pajamas.