Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 638

Selena didn't need his gift. Just hearing the word "gift" come out of his mouth made her feel sick to her stomach. He’d never understand the sting in her heart when she saw Yasmine flaunting that pink diamond necklace back in Paris, with snowflakes swirling all around. How could he keep turning her into a joke over and over again?

Everett seemed to catch on to her thoughts, his voice deepening as he spoke, “Selena, you’re going to like this gift.” Without allowing her to protest, he ushered her back to the master bedroom.

Shutting the door, he faced her, noting how her expression was as frosty as a winter morning. Slowly, he began, “These past few days, I wasn’t staying away on purpose. I went to Germany.”

There were certainly things he could have left to others to sort out, and they would have done it quickly and thoroughly. But this was different. This time, he wanted to see it through himself. He wanted to walk the path Selena had walked, to feel the pain she’d once felt.

This confession caught Selena by surprise. She looked at him, eyebrows raised, “What were you doing in Germany?”

He dragged a hand down his face, swallowing hard before he finally managed to say, “During those three years in Germany, you were being treated for depression. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Blaine had handed him her medical records. The Selena he knew was always so full of life, so strong, someone who would never be defeated. It never crossed his mind that she would battle something like depression.

Selena was taken aback, but then again, not really. Blaine had hinted during their call that there might be some good news soon. So that’s what he meant. Everett hadn’t taken the usual path; he went straight for the heart.

Snapping back to reality, Selena gave a small, sarcastic smile. “And if I had told you? Would you have finally let me be?”

And him? He knew nothing.

When they crossed paths again, he was bitter, believing she’d abandoned him and their child to be with another man. He threatened and pressured her, even took their child away, forcing her back into his life.

Suddenly, Everett moved forward, pulling her into an embrace so tight it was as if he was trying to make her part of him. “Selena, I’m so sorry.”

He pressed a kiss to her ear, his voice choked with regret. “It’s all my fault. All this time, I’ve only blamed you, never thinking about how you felt. You have every right to be angry. I really am a fool…”