Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

The more miserable Selena was, the more it seemed to light up Jessica's day. After Selena left journalism, Jessica shot up the ranks like a rocket. But man, were her tactics shady. She wasn't about uncovering the truth-oh no, she was all about those juicy, click-bait stories. She'd do anything for attention, even if it meant dragging innocent kids into the mess, spilling victims' secrets for the whole world to see, or painting criminals in a good light. She twisted public opinion and played the audience like a fiddle. However, even with all the backlash, it didn't stop her from becoming a big name in the field, drawing in a bunch of misguided followers. Ever since Selena made her comeback with that rural assignment, Jessica had been on her tail. She tagged along this time, hoping to snag a scoop on a domestic abuse case. But instead, she hit the jackpot.

Callum was the only son of the Campbell family, a top-notch doctor, and a gentleman with a reputation that matched Everett's. He was one of Everett's best buddies.

And yet, there he was, holding Selena close. Jessica captured every detail of the scene with the precision of a hawk.

Did it matter what the real story was? Nah, she could spin it any way she liked. Even if Everett wasn't head over heels for Selena, would he shrug off catching his friend and wife in a compromising position? No way. She'd heard tales of Everett's ruthless side. Jessica's smile widened with a touch of malice.

Meanwhile, in the clinic, Callum was carefully tending to Selena's wounds. He noticed her brows knitted in pain, and her lip caught between her teeth, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

He softened his touch even more and casually asked, "Selena, do my medical tips or updates on outbreaks bother you?"

"Not at all! Why would you think that?" Selena replied without hesitation.

Having a doctor friend was a blessing in disguise! He was someone she could consult for minor issues or serious emergencies-what more could you ask for?

Callum's tone stayed gentle. "I thought maybe you weren't a fan since you blocked me. I even had a moment of self-reflection."

What?

Selena's eyes widened in disbelief. She grabbed her phone and checked her messages, and there it was-Callum's contact was chilling on her block list.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The only other person who had touched her phone was Everett!

That sneaky guy snooped through her phone and blocked Callum!

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to explain, "Dr. Campbell, I swear, I didn't do that. I..."

Callum interrupted, "No worries, I believe you."

Initially bummed out, Callum's mood lifted when he saw Selena's genuine surprise. He put two and two together.

Selena exhaled, relieved by Dr. Campbell's understanding. Being blocked out of nowhere could have ruffled feathers, so she quickly unblocked him.

With the treatment done, Selena checked in on Heather, who was resting, and decided not to disturb her.

Callum offered her a ride back to the hotel, but Selena didn't want to put him out any further, so she booked a rideshare. Callum just asked her to shoot him a message once she got back safely, and she promised she would.

She got to the hotel around ten, swiped her keycard, and stepped into her room. Just as she reached for the lights, a shadowy figure on the sofa caught her eye. She let out an involuntary scream.

"Why are you screaming? Are you really that scared?" Everett's deep voice cut through the darkness, icy and sharp. "Or are you afraid to see me because you've got a guilty conscience?"