Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire
Chapter 282

Everett's face was as dark as a storm cloud like he could start a downpour with just a look. His eyes were a whirlwind of emotions-was it Selena's slap or the sting of her words that got to him? Hard to say.

Selena stared him down fearlessly. The moment he picked Margot over her, the love she had for him flatlined. There's a saying, "Drunk words are sober thoughts." Well, decisions made in the heat of the moment surely reveal where the heart truly lies. He kept insisting nothing was going on with Margot, but every move he made shouted otherwise. Selena had been blind and foolish before, but it was time to wise up now.

Everett was so mad; the veins on his forehead looked like they were about to burst, and his hands balled into tight fists. Sometimes, she drove him so crazy that he wanted to just shut her up for good. But he held onto a scrap of sanity, lifting his head a bit to tamp down the rage, and left her with a chilly remark. "You're not in the right headspace. Get some rest, and we'll talk later."

Without another glance, he strode out of the hospital room with purpose. Silence flooded the room, so quiet that you could hear Selena's soft sobs. She turned her face, burying it in the pillow as her tears soaked through.

A bit later, Ava came in, her heart aching at the sight of Selena's puffy eyes and pale face. This year hadn't been kind to Selena; she was still recovering from a car accident, now this. Ava blamed herself for not being more vigilant, letting Margot stir up trouble, and allowing those thugs to snatch her away.

Ava stepped forward, her voice full of remorse, "I'm so sorry, ma'am. It's my fault for not keeping a closer watch."

"Thank goodness you and the baby are okay, or I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

Selena's tears were spent as she lay there staring at the ceiling. She heard Ava, and her eyes slowly moved to meet hers. Selena always gave back the sincerity she received.

She shook her head gently. "Ava, don't beat yourself up. It's not on you."

People like Margot and Jimmy

would have still found a way to carry

out their plot, even if Ava had been

more careful. If anyone was to blame, it was Everett. Because of him, she was in this mess!

Ava thought, what a gem Selena was-how could Mr. Everett not see that? She wiped her tears and gently cleaned Selena's face with a wet wipe, then swapped out her pillow for a fresh one.

"Are you hungry, ma'am? Can I get you something to eat?" Ava asked.

Selena shook her head. She wasn't hungry in the slightest.

But Ava wasn't about to let her spiral. "Ma'am, you have to eat a little, even if you don't feel like it. It'll help you recover faster. Think about the baby, if not for yourself."

The mention of the baby hit Selena

hard. Right, she wasn't just living for herself now. She couldn't be reckless, she had to think of giving birth to a healthy baby and making sure the baby had all the right nutrients.

With renewed resolve, she said, "You're right, I need to eat. Ava, please get me something. I won't let anything harm our baby again."

"That's more like it," Ava replied, heading out to get some food.

Outside, Everett leaned against his car, a cigarette hanging from his fingers. He wasn't smoking it; he was just staring at Selena's hospital window, lost in his own thoughts.