Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena stood by the window, wrapped in her long robe, watching as the black Rolls-Royce Cullinan rolled away from the villa, eventually disappearing down the road. She gently bit her lower lip, lost in thought.

A moment later, she swapped her clothes for something more low-key-a simple tracksuit, complete with a baseball cap and mask-and slipped quietly out the door. She had an important errand: a trip to the hospital for final confirmation.

Selena had chosen a hospital on the outskirts of town, hoping to avoid running into anyone she knew. After a two-hour journey, she finally arrived. The hospital, perhaps due to its out-of-the-way location, was relatively quiet, especially in the OB-GYN department. After checking in, it wasn't long before her number was called.

"Number 7, Selena," the announcement echoed.

Even though she shouldn't have recognized anyone there, she still felt a little anxious, like she was doing something she shouldn't. She quickly slipped into the consultation room.

After she explained her situation, the doctor didn't waste any time and gave her a slip for a blood test. After paying, she headed upstairs to get the test done.

With half an hour to wait for the results, Selena returned to the waiting area, surrounded by expectant mothers, most accompanied by loved ones-a husband, a mom, or a mother-in-law. They were all buzzing with excitement, discussing who their baby might resemble or what their personality might be like, each conversation full of hopeful dreams and sweet anticipation.

Listening to them, Selena felt her heart swell with emotion.

When her results were ready, Selena retrieved them from a self-service kiosk and headed back to the clinic. The doctor, seasoned with years of experience, glanced over the results and said, "The baby's a little over a month along. Do you want to keep it?" "If you decide to keep the baby, we'll set up a prenatal care plan. If not, it's better to schedule an abortion procedure soon while it's still early. This will reduce health risks."

Even though she knew the doctor's questions were routine, the thought of ending the pregnancy tugged painfully at her heart. This was her child, her own flesh and blood. She had already lost her parents-how could she bear to part with her child too?

In that instant, she made her decision. She was going to keep this baby!

The doctor continued, "If you're keeping the baby, talk it over with your husband about which hospital to register at for prenatal care. The first three months are delicate, and it's easy to miscarry if you're not careful." .

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Talk it over with her husband. The happy expression on Selena's face faltered for a moment.

She wasn't sure yet if Everett would want the baby. And if he didn't...

Selena shook off the thought, thanked the doctor, and left, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

As she exited, a woman spotted Selena leaving the OB-GYN department: Her expression shifted, and she quickly pulled out her phone, discreetly snapped a few pictures of Selena, and sent them

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As evening rolled in, painting the sky with shades of sunset, the car gently pulled back into Moon Bay. Everett stepped out, his long strides carrying him inside, an air of intensity about him.

Selena, hearing the commotion,

rubbed her eyes and sat up on the

couch. The blanket she'd been napping under slipped off. She had planned to read a bit earlier but had nodded off unexpectedly and slept until now.

"You're back?" she greeted, her voice still rough with sleep, tinged with a gentle warmth.

Everett strode over to her, not bothering to respond. Instead, he loomed over her, his dark eyes intense and somewhat menacing.

After a tense pause, he finally spoke, his voice icy, "Selena, how could you lie to me?"