Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

After what should've been a leisurely hour and a half drive, Everett managed to turn it into a hair-raising forty-minute race, bringing the car to a screeching halt with a sound that could wake the dead. Selena, thrown forward by the sudden stop, shot him a glare that could cut glass. Damn him, that infuriating man was acting up again!

Everett, in the driver's seat, wore a stormy look, his eyes as cold as ice. He didn't even bother to glance at her, his lips barely moving as he bit out, "Get out!"

With a scoff, Selena unbuckled her seatbelt, stepped out, and slammed the door with a force that rattled the windows.

In seconds, Everett floored the gas pedal, leaving her in a cloud of dust.

Even as her silhouette grew smaller in the rearview mirror, he could still feel the chill of her icy indifference.

His patience was running on fumes.

For almost two months now, since she started her postpartum recovery, he'd been by her side every single day, sharing meals and the bed, trying his hardest to lift her spirits. Yet, she still clung to her resentment. Handling the idiots outside was enough of a headache without her constant mood swings.

His pride wouldn't let him keep groveling. If she couldn't be the comfort he needed, there were plenty more out there who could! Did she really think she was irreplaceable? Just spoiled, that's all! A sarcastic smirk flashed in Everett's eyes.

His phone buzzed at the red light, and he lazily picked it up to see a message from Margot: "Everett, this cold snap caught me off guard and now I'm down with a terrible cold... Could you drop by?"

His face remained impassive; Margot had been behaving recently, following the doctor's orders and keeping her distance, except for the occasional harmless text.

As he was about to toss his phone aside, another message came through.

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Margot: "Everett, am I bothering you? I've come to terms with everything. We can just be friends and act like it. I won't think about things shouldn't anymore. If...your wife needs an explanation, I'm willing to talk to her."

His eyes lingered on that last line for a moment before he quickly typed back, "No need!"

He had explained countless times already. Did Selena ever believe him? Yeah, right...

The light turned green, and he tossed the phone aside, gunning the engine as he made a sharp U-turn toward his downtown apartment.

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Everett didn't make it home that night, the first time he'd stayed out since this whole mess began.

Selena noticed the untouched bed when she woke up the next morning. After a brief pause, she shrugged it off and got ready for the day.

Heading downstairs for breakfast, she realized the usual newspaper and magazines were missing.

Without internet access on her phone, iPad, or computer, she was cut off from the outside world and relied on the papers and TV for news. She planned to ask Ava about it, but not seeing her around, she figured she was upstairs cleaning and decided to wait.

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As she left the dining room, she accidentally stumbled over a trash can tucked in the corner. Glancing down, she spotted the missing newspaper.

With a growing sense of dread, she picked it up and spread it open.

Dominating the front page was a photo of Everett entering Margot's apartment at night and not leaving until the morning. The paparazzi ever so sneaky, had captured them through the slightly open curtains, cozy on the couch, watching TV like a picture-perfect couple.