Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

The woman in his arms was soft and warm, her faint bodywash scent calming his restless mood. Sensing his tension, she gently pushed him back, offering a soothing touch.

Selena straddled his waist, leaning down to plant kisses on his chest. His breath grew heavier, hands gripping her smooth shoulders. He got caught up in the moment and felt a bit disoriented. Her moves were somewhat clumsy, yet she carried them out with a kind of natural grace, like she was following a well-rehearsed script. Her eyes were filled with a resolute focus. Everett's body responded quickly, heating up, the warmth pressing against her lower back. Leaning closer, Selena whispered in his ear, "Do you like this?"

Her question was like a bucket of cold water, shocking Everett back to clarity. He opened his eyes, meeting hers, and let out a dry laugh. Was this intimacy or just ticking off a checklist? He felt like he was begging for attention in his own home.

In the next instant, Selena found herself spun beneath him, his dark eyes burning with a confusing anger. His grip on her shoulders was tight and painful.

Everett glared at her, spitting out his words. "Selena, what a perfect little Mrs. Bennett you make, huh? Should I give you a medal for your efforts?"

Selena could see he was upset, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why. She had been ignoring her own feelings, trying to be the wife he wanted. She thought she'd been doing everything right, but he still seemed dissatisfied. This time, she held his gaze, filled with confusion, "Everett, I don't understand you. I really don't."

"What do you actually want? Can you just tell me?"

Everett stayed silent, his lips a thin line, his eyes still burning into hers.

Suddenly, Selena felt drained. Maybe the truth was always there; he never truly liked her. No matter what she did, he always found something wrong. She couldn't compare to Margot.

Right now, his interest in her was purely physical, and it had nothing to do with love. And it seemed even that was fading.

This was good, she thought. It meant her freedom was close.

Eventually, Everett did nothing more. He got up, dressed, and left, slamming the door behind him.

Selena had spent countless nights alone, initiallycrying in her sleep, only to wake and find her pillow wet with tears. Over time, she became numb and just tried to do better hoping he'd remember she existed and come home more often.

Now, lying alone in the big bed, she felt a slight unease, but mostly she felt calm.

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The black Maserati sped through the streets like a shadow. Everett arrived at Jaime's bar, tossed the keys to the valet, and headed straight for the bar ordering the strongest drink.

The bartender, recognizing Mr. Bennett, respectfully served him, then quickly informed the boss. Jaime, who was enjoying a rafe night of peace, had to drag himself out of bed and rush over.

By the time he arrived, Everett had already had a few drinks, though it didn't show on his face.

"Everett, weren't you just bragging about how great things are with Selena? What happened?"

Lately, Everett had been going on about patching things up with Selena. He was flaunting his happy grin and rubbing it in Jaime's face, the perpetual bachelor.