The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 67

Chapter 67: Selene versus Anya

As Anya sat there, the gentle hum of conversation filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sound of a hairdryer or the soft rustle of magazines being flipped through.

As she waited for Wendy to return from the bathroom, Anya couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. She was finally starting to relax, to let go of the stress and worry that had plagued her in recent days.

But her moment of tranquility was shattered when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Well, well, well, look who it is." Anya looked up at the one who had spoken for a rond. Before closing her eyes to enjoy her hair dryer, as though she had not heard what the person had said.

When Selene walked into the salon, she was ecstatic. But her joy was cut off when she spotted Anya. She knew that face; she had seen her several times on Daniel's arm. She was his ex-wife. Even though they had divorced, she still felt the urge to taunt her. When she recalled that Daniel still called her his wife long after the divorce, she was pissed just to see her face.

Anya's heart turned cold at the sound of Selene's voice. If not for fear of destroying her new pedicure, she would have thrown a slap.

She knew she couldn't avoid Selene forever, but she had hoped Selene would have some shame. She had never seen a mistress so proud and public like her before. She decided to close her eyes and pretend she did not exist.

"Did you not hear me?" Selene asked heatedly.

Slowly, Anya opened and turned in her chair to face her, her expression carefully neutral. "And who are you?" She said it evenly, her voice steady despite the urge to throw something churning inside her.

Selene's eyes narrowed as she took in Anya's composed demeanor, her lips curling into a sneer. "You don't know me?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I am Selene," she did not believe that Anya did not know who she was. Anya remained silent, refusing to be drawn into Selene's game.

repeated, and Selene nodded as though Anya should

you related to me?" At this point, most of those in the salon were listening in. Selene froze, not knowing how

wondered how Selene was going to explain how they were related. Would she answer,

hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Looks like you couldn't hold on to a man after

would be smarter.

her expression unreadable. "Is there something you. want, Selene?" she asked

into a disdainful smirk. "Oh, nothing much," she replied airily.

anger rise within her at Selene's callous words, but she forced herself to stay calm. She knew she

don't need your congratulations, Selene," she said evenly, her face covered with a light smile, "I am

Anya's defiant words, but before she could respond, the other patrons in the

feel their curious stares burning into her, adding to the pressure of the moment. But she refused to

this slight smile. "Is this what you came to say?" Anya

her attention called to her phone. She wouldn't allow herself to be dragged into Selene's drama. If she wanted

at the sight of the woman who dared to insult her daughter-in-law. "What's going on here?" Wendy demanded, her voice

flickering between Anya and Wendy. "Oh, nothing much," she

my daughter-in-law left trying to get through the door. Didn't I tell you

stern words, her confidence waning in the

attached to her if you won't stop calling her your daughter-in-law. But, Wendy, doing this would only make the person your son marries

around knew Wendy and Selene, but they did not know Anya. It seems this is Daniel

raised a brow at her words, but

see this?" one patron exclaimed, holding up their phone for all to