Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 725

"After you two got married, I didn't want to stir up any trouble, so I buried my feelings deep down, trying to move on by dating other guys. But you know how it is with the heart—it's not something you can just control. Not a single one of them made my heart skip a beat."

"In the end, to cut myself off from these feelings, I took a leap and agreed to the marriage my family arranged. I thought it'd help me stop thinking about Everett. But, sadly, it didn't work. I really gave it my all, but it just wasn't happening."

"Selena, I've waited so long, holding back for ages, and finally... Everett's single again. Is it really so wrong to want a shot at happiness?"

"You and Everett have been on this rollercoaster for years, never really finding solid ground. Doesn't that just prove you're not right for each other? Maybe it's time you both found someone who truly fits."

With that, she suddenly grabbed Selena's hand, trying to win her over.

"Selena, even if it isn't me, there'll be other women. Wouldn't it be better if it were me? Mateo and Haley are your kids, and that makes them mine too. We've been friends for so long-I'll treat them like my own. Can you say the same for some other woman?"

Selena always knew Joy was good with words, thanks to her PR background. But this was the first time she'd used it against her.

With such twisted logic, she spoke with what seemed like genuine sincerity. Selena had a lot she wanted to say, but now it seemed pointless. She realized Joy no longer saw her as a friend, but as a competitor.

makes you too tired to say another

be having many more coffee

as she watched Selena walk away, not even trying to stop her, just adding one last

compete fairly! I can't keep

paused, turned back with a wry smile, "Joy, between Everett and me,

never about you stepping aside. Don't

competing, I don't need to compete with

already waiting by the car as she reached the

finally giving way to sadness and disappointment. She once thought she and Joy would be those friends who'd still be holding hands and playing together

away, a single tear

...

night, Everett

the door, he asked

the little