Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Through the hazy night, he glanced up towards the master bedroom on the second floor, where the light was still burning bright. Clearly, Selena wasn't asleep yet.

He had been home for a while, but he hesitated to go inside, hoping to dodge another argument. The look of resentment and deep loathing in Selena's eyes was something he couldn't bear. It not only angered him but also pushed him to the edge of losing control. He was her husband, not her adversary.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared at the window. He lifted his gaze, eyes narrowing slightly. Selena was getting ready for bed, closing the window, when she caught sight of Everett by chance. So, he was home already.

Their eyes locked across the night, neither able to make out the other's features clearly. Yet, Everett felt a flicker of hope, wishing Selena would call out to him, even just wave him back. He'd rush to her side in a heartbeat, ready to be there for her. But reality hit hard as Selena quickly looked away and, with a firm snap, shut the window. The bedroom light went out immediately after.

Everett's handsome face turned cold, his brief hope morphing into annoyance. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it with his foot. Heartless woman! Was this how she treated her husband? Maybe he had been too lenient with her! He pulled out his phone and dialed Jaime. It rang three times before Jaime leisurely answered.

"Where are you?" Everett asked bluntly.

Jaime snorted, "We're done, remember? Why even bother asking? I won't tell you!"

An hour later, they were in a booth at a bar. Jaime, arms crossed, watched Everett down drink after drink, his face a mask of cold contemplation. Jaime couldn't help but revel a bit in his friend's misery.novelbin

"You've got yourself to blame. I told you to treat her right, but no, you had to act tough. Now she's giving you the silent treatment. Surprised? Shocked?"

Everett lazily lifted his eyes, shooting him a sideways look.

"Go ahead, glare all you want, but I'm still saying it Jaime was still sore from the day he got caught in the

crossfire of Everett and Callumet

fight, ending up the most hurt, especially since they had aimed for

his face. How could he not be upset?

"I just don't get it—after getting married, you had all the chances to treat her well. You slept with her, so why not love her too? Just because of that mess with your folks?"

Everett's long fingers gripped the glass, his dark eyes catching the glint of the liquid inside. He usually kept his deepest secrets to himself, but maybe it was the despair that made him spill it now. "There's someone else in my heart."

Those six words were like a bomb going off, leaving Jaime stunned.

"What?"

Jaime could barely believe what he was hearing. He stared, wide-eyed, "You, you have someone else? Who? Since when? It's not Margot, not Selena, then who???"

But Everett clammed up again, tilting his head back to finish his drink in one swift motion.

A month later, Selena was finally out of postpartum confinement. Ava had taken good care of her, and she had been working hard to get back on her feet, recovering nicely.

Everett, knowing how much Josh meant to Selena, arranged for them to visit him at the hospital. They had been giving each other the cold shoulder for a while, their relationship at its lowest point.

But with Josh's health declining rapidly, nearing the end, Selena was determined to see him, so for those few hours, they managed to coexist peacefully.

That evening, when they returned to

the villa after dinner, Selena went to her room for a bath, only to realize she hadn't brought her clothes in with her. She had no choice but to wrap herself in a towel and step out.

She had only taken a few steps when she abruptly stopped. Everett was sitting on the couch, looking up at her. His gaze flickered with something unreadable, then slowly swept over her, his eyes filled with a bote, predatory gleam.