Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett gently kissed the back of her neck. Having her nestled so peacefully in his arms felt almost like a memory from a lifetime ago. During the three long years that passed, he would often sense her presence next to him, only to reach out and find nothing but emptiness. Initially, he resented her for being so heartless, but over time, that feeling twisted into a burning anger. How could she treat him this way? He couldn't bear staying in Moon Bay during that period; every corner was haunted by memories of her, even though her things had long been cleared out. So, he moved into a hotel next to Bennett Corporation, leasing the presidential suite indefinitely. He poured himself into his work, cramming every moment with activity, telling himself she was just another woman-one who had moved on and left him behind. Surely, there was nothing worth holding onto. He'd forget her soon enough and find someone better. A year ago, his career hit new heights, and he traveled to America to ring the bell at the stock exchange. As he stood in the spotlight, surrounded by admiring glances and flattering attention from women, he couldn't help but wonder... was she watching? Everett, always ambitious and driven by the thrill of success, felt a surprising emptiness at that moment. Despite having the world at his fingertips, something essential was missing-though he refused to admit it. What he truly missed was Selena, his wife. That evening, as usual, Paul set up a private dinner for him, bringing along his younger daughter, Jenny. She was full of life, bold, and brimming with youthful energy. Paul's intentions were clear; he hoped Everett would be the perfect match for Jenny. Her eyes were filled with unmistakable longing.

During the dinner, Jenny hinted that she wasn't interested in her father's ambitions or his rigid ways; she was simply drawn to Everett's undeniable allure. She was open to a night of passion, no strings attached.

Everett had been celibate for two years at that point. It wasn't from lack of desire; his thoughts always drifted to Selena when he yearned for companionship. A casual fling paled in comparison to what he truly wanted.

Jenny, with her mixed heritage, seemed to see things as uncomplicated. Everett knew he could enjoy her youthful enthusiasm without any obligations. Yet, as he sipped his wine, he declined with courteous grace. Even he found it puzzling-he wasn't one to deny himself such opportunities, the kind any man would jump at. Yet, he wasn't interested. As he left, Alex shot him a curious glance, as if questioning his motives.

Back in his hotel room, Everett felt a

hint of self-doubt. He'd never been one to ignore his own needs; his

feelings for Selena were still strong. Why the sudden disinterest? Could it be some lingering aftereffect from that car accident?

That night, after a shower, he lay in bed and dreamt of a night filled with tenderness and intimacy. In his dream, the woman's face was still Selena's.

It was then that he realized

something important. It wasn't that

he couldn't; it was just that the person wasn't right. So, his anger toward Selena mingled with a confusing mix of emotions-perhaps it was love. noveldrama

In the end, he had fallen for her all over again. No one knew how his heart soared when he saw her in the hospital lobby.