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.

as if his heart were being squeezed. He imagined these were the words she couldn't say during the accident when she was pregnant with Mateo. She had wanted him to save their child, but she couldn't speak

the pain of losing Mateo had faded, but Selena always managed to bring him

Everything

patted

moments, Selena slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling before her gaze drifted to Everett. The

breathing quickened, and she clutched his arms tightly. "The baby? Is

The baby?

confused, but then realized the nightmare had disoriented her. She hadn't yet come back to

the baby is fine, safe and sound in your belly. Everything's

stomach, and the panic

clothes and

from catching a chill, Everett had Ava

to the bathroom, helping her freshen up and change

pajamas.