Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 673

She spent her whole life chasing after her husband's love, but never caught it, which left her bitter towards everyone around her. She had a grudge against Josh and even against her own son. Her misery made her wish everyone else would be just as miserable, stuck in the same cold, unfeeling world she lived in.

Carolina brushed off her son's sarcastic comments like they were nothing. She pretended not to notice, and once she figured out Everett wasn't interested in Selena anymore, she stopped pushing. Instead, she waved over a young woman with a smile.

"This is Theresa, from the renowned Lynn family in the Capital," she introduced warmly. "She's got a real knack for the arts. You two should definitely chat."

Theresa was stunning, carrying herself with a confident grace. Her eyes held a hint of admiration and affection for Everett, but she wasn't shy about it. She raised her champagne glass to him with ease.

"Mr. Everett, I'm Theresa. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she said, her voice steady.

Everett, always the gentleman, raised his glass and gently clinked it against hers. "Ms. Theresa, the pleasure's all mine," he replied.

As he took a sip, his Adam's apple moved in a way that seemed to amplify his natural charm. Theresa couldn't help but blush as she watched, feeling her heart flutter unexpectedly.

Meanwhile, in the delivery room, things were getting tense. Selena was in so much pain she drifted in and out of consciousness, the chaotic sounds around her fading into the distance. All she wanted was to close her eyes and drift off into sleep, but her eyelids felt like they weighed a ton.

of nowhere, someone took hold of her hand with a firm, warm grip, wrapping it up like they were trying to lend her

was the unstoppable Selena, that nothing could break her. Her loved ones were waiting, and she needed to bring her sister into the world so

thought she caught a glimpse of Everett. She tried to see more, but it was beyond

Vol

fed her some broth, and her strength began to retum. She worked

night, the sound of a newborn crying

dawn and welcoming

Mateo, asleep with his head on her pillow. His long lashes were still

him softly, her voice a little

been sleeping; his eyes flew

into relief and

to touch her, he clung

her hair,