Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 394

It was a collection of photos and descriptions of deserted islands, each nestled in different spots and boasting its own unique scenery. Selena's eyes widened, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. He was already making plans, ready to ship her off at the drop of a hat... Had he really grown tired of her so fast, as if she were standing in the way of his romance with Margot?

Everett leaned back, resting his chin on his hand, watching her with a lazy curiosity. "Pick one," he drawled, "whichever you fancy." What did he think he was doing? Was this his twisted way of pretending to respect her wishes? He expected her to choose her own prison before banishing her to a desolate island? It was heartbreakingly cruel.

All she'd done was love the wrong person with the naive heart of youth. What crime was that? Selena couldn't take it anymore. Communicating with him felt impossible; they were on entirely different wavelengths. How could a jerk's thought process resemble that of a sane person? She'd been a fool to expect otherwise!

In a fit of anger, she snatched the documents and hurled them at his face. "Everett, if you're not right in the head, go get help, seriously. I'll even cover the doctor’s fee. Don't be too proud to seek treatment!" The papers slipped off his face, scattering across the floor.

Everett's lips tightened into a cold, hard line, a shadow darkening his handsome features. His self-control, which he prided himself on, was continually shattered by this defiant woman. He'd exhausted a lifetime's worth of patience on her, yet she remained more challenging than any project he'd tackled. He couldn't comprehend what went on in her mind!

Still, the strength difference was apparent, and Selena slowly found herself at a disadvantage, her hands pinned above her head, tears brimming in her eyes as she helplessly endured. Silence fell between them, the quiet bedroom filled only with his heavy breathing and her muffled groans. It felt less like a tender moment between a couple and more like a silent showdown.

Through blurry eyes, Selena gazed at the beautiful patterns on the ceiling, ones she had commissioned a painter to create back when they were newlyweds. They symbolized beautiful hopes, marital bliss, and growing old together. Every time they had held each other and drifted off to sleep, she used to feel so blessed. Now, it all seemed like the cruelest joke.