Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

The man suddenly went quiet, his dark eyes deep and full of unspoken words. Selena felt her heart skip a beat as she looked up at him, swallowing nervously. "Is everything okay?" she whispered. "Yeah, it's nothing," he replied.

Everett gently caressed her cheek. The air in Newport was refreshing and humid, and since she had returned, her skin had become even softer, like it could just melt under his touch. She looked like a young woman in her early twenties, taking him back to when they first got married. Back then, she was so innocent and shy, even a simple kiss would make her tremble. He hadn't appreciated it then, but now, after all life's ups and downs, he realized how precious those moments were. If only he'd known to cherish her back then, he could have had the best of Selena and her unique, overwhelming love.

Now, he felt like he was treading on thin ice, carefully considering each step. He feared that the warmth they shared might disappear again.

"I've made contact," he said, breaking the silence. "We've discussed the compensation."

"But... she's not in a good mood right now, so she doesn't want to see anyone from our side. I'll have Alex handle things with her. We should stay out of it. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Selena nodded understandingly. She had planned to visit with fruits and supplements the next day, but it seemed that wasn't an option anymore. She understood, though. Who doesn't care about their appearance? Even if she had saved someone with good intentions, facing disfigurement was a tough pill to swallow for anyone.

get it,"

day, when the teacher felt ready, Selena could thank her personally. But for

to move on from the heavy topic. He gently patted her shoulder.

together, drifting off into their dreams. This moment would remain etched in Everett's memory as one

bathed in warm sunlight. Everett usually got up early to work out, but today he stayed in bed, propping his head on one hand, watching his wife and son. Little Mateo was sleeping soundly, his tiny hands

out a soft hum, tugging at his pajamas to

act and wasn't sure whether to laugh or

pale but radiant in the morning light, with

adding a quiet

his Adam's apple moving as

been watching her. As