Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 885

As dinner unfolded, Breanne couldn't help but catch a snippet of Abraham's conversation with Levi. It seemed Abraham was gearing up to take down Mr. Everett, and once he did, Selena would be his for the taking.

In such a world, where would she, the stand-in, find her place?

She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, completely at a loss.

The next morning.

Breanne woke up first, glancing over to see Abraham asleep beside her, though he kept a deliberate distance. She vaguely remembered how no matter the intimacy they shared at night, Abraham never stayed close afterward. To him, she was merely an accessory.

Once upon a time, just being near him was enough for her. But people always want more, don't they?

Over the years, she'd fallen for him, deeply and irrevocably.

Quietly, she edged closer, nestling against him, pretending he was the partner she yearned for, indulging in her little fantasy.

She savored every second of that fleeting warmth.

Then, without warning, a wave of nausea crashed over her. Breanne's face shifted as she clamped a hand over her mouth, desperately trying not to disturb him. She slipped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom.

Bent over the toilet, she retched uncontrollably.

With nothing in her stomach after a long night, only bitter bile came up.

leaning heavily

to her. Lately, she

Could it be?

her. She scrambled up, digging through her makeup bag until she

waited. Two lines

frozen, her eyes wide, unsure if she should feel elated

had always been

ncies. He was meticulous

woman tried

it set

pregnancy was

some seedy businessmen as a

memory of her, gaunt and mentally

thought of it made her shiver

of some scheme. She wouldn't dare. But

been

Selena, and in his

hadn't taken any

for things to just play out,

Abraham had Selena, would he perhaps... still