Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 803

As she spoke, she tried to restart the car, but her movements were so sluggish, it was like she was operating in slow motion. Everett, too drained to confront her, simply opened the car door and stepped out.

At that moment, Alex, worried he might change his mind and come back, quickly revved the engine and sped off, calling out, "Mr. Everett, I'll swing by to pick you up tomorrow!"

With a quick press on the gas pedal, the car shot off like a comet, vanishing into the night.

Everett glanced up at the second-floor master bedroom window, noticing the light had already been turned off. The frustration inside him intensified just a bit more. With long strides, he headed inside.

Once in the house, he moved upstairs to the bedroom, only to find it empty. He then turned toward the children's room and paused at the door.

Inside, the room was softly lit, and Selena was sitting on the bed with Mateo and Haley snuggled up on either side of her, reading a story aloud. Her voice had a natural warmth to it, a quality no imitation could ever replicate.

face, but he chose not to interrupt, turning back toward the

left their room. As she entered the bedroom, she saw Everett half-reclined on her bed, his

approached, she caught a faint whiff of alcohol. He'd been drinking, and quite a lot, by the smell of

down to remove his shoes and socks, then sat on the bed to undo his tie and take off his jacket. A strong

was covered in phone numbers

at it, momentarily taken aback. Everett, now awake, was watching her intently with

plenty of women who do. I just have to crook my finger, and they come running. None of them are as

even a

before-stapping him and kicking

out. She always

couldn't tolerate any betrayal. He waited for her to

he was