Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

He was always on edge that whenever Callum's name popped up, she immediately turned defensive, like a hedgehog bristling its quills. How could he not get suspicious? Everett took a few deep breaths, trying to keep his temper in check. But he couldn't just let it go. He stood there with his hands on his hips, glaring at Selena. His voice sounded gruff, warning, "A married woman shouldn't be getting too cozy with a single guy! Otherwise, we wouldn't have these misleading photos floating around!" Selena chuckled, firing back. "Oh, look who's talking! Aren't you, a married man, always seen hanging around with other women?"

"You..." Everett was momentarily speechless. He reached out and grabbed Selena's elbow, intending to have a word with her. But when she hissed in pain, her face twisting, he was taken aback. Realizing something was off, he lifted her sleeve to find wounds dotted with antiseptic. And there were several of them.

His expression darkened. "What happened here?"

Selena pulled her hand back, her sarcasm cutting through. "Oh, so there are things you don't even know?"

How could he not know what had happened? He was still playing dumb even after hiring someone to snap photos of her.

"Cut the sarcasm. Are you going to tell me what happened, or should I dig into it myself?" As he spoke, Everett began to unbutton her shirt, seemingly checking for more injuries.

Selena paused. So, it wasn't him who had people photographing her.

Suppressing the faint flutter in her chest, she grabbed his hand to stop him, saying lightly, "I was covering a story when the interviewee's husband went berserk and started attacking us. I was just trying to save the evidence... They're just minor injuries, nothing serious." Her words only stoked Everett's anger, "Selena, are you out of your mind? Were you out for news or a death wish?"

"And what kind of news is worth risking your neck for? Is being my wife too much of a drag for you? Is the Bennett family not wealthy enough, or am I not providing enough that you need to put your life on the line for cash?"

Selena didn't expect a husband who looked down on her, thinking she should stay home, serve him, and keep him warm at night, to understand her dreams and ambitions. So, she just smirked, not saying a word.

Seeing this, Everett assumed she

had surrendered. No wonder she was so scared when she saw him,

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earlier. After all, she was his cherished wife of three years. uld she not be frightened after going through something like that?

His anger dissipated, replaced by an unexpected tenderness.

His hand gently caressed her pale cheek, his voice softening, "Don't run after all those crazy stories anymore can take care of you. When we get back home, I'll return your supplementary credit card, and you can spend however you like, alright?"

The warmth of his palm, this gentle touch, could easily make someone melt.

Selena even nuzzled her cheek against his hand, like a pet seeking affection from its owner. And just as she expected, she saw Everett's face light up with joy. His hands cradled her face as he leaned in for a kiss.

But right before their lips met,

Selena's mocking words cut through

the moment. "Everett, you stop me from chasing stories, want me to settle back into family life, and give

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me money to spend freely - are you worried that if I get hurt or scarred, there won't be anyone left to be your plaything or your sex partner, huh?"