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.

Selene nodded as though Anya

face as she asked, "Should I know you? How are you related to me?" At this point, most of those in the salon were listening

but she wondered how Selene was going to explain how they were related. Would she answer, 'I was dating your husband?' That would

heard about your little divorce," she hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Looks like you couldn't hold on to a man after all." Selene decided to take another route instead. Anya raised her brow at this. She knew Selene was trying to provoke her but thought

would be smarter.

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

into a disdainful smirk. "Oh, nothing much," she replied airily. "Just thought I'd come over and congratulate

felt a surge of anger rise within her at Selene's callous words, but she forced herself

face covered with a light smile,

patrons in the salon began to murmur amongst themselves, their attention drawn to the tense exchange

her, adding to the pressure of the moment. But she refused to back down, refusing

slight smile. "Is this what you came to say?" Anya asked, making Selene

away from Selene; her attention called to her phone. She wouldn't allow herself to be dragged into Selene's drama. If

end of Selene's taunt. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the woman who dared to insult her daughter-in-law. "What's going on here?" Wendy demanded,

she replied,

to my house the moment my daughter-in-law left trying to get through the door. Didn't I tell you our family doesn't accept mistresses?" She asked, her voice cold. "But my daughter-in-law has already come back; it can't be you are still trying to

smirk faltered at Wendy's stern words, her confidence waning in the face

to her if you won't stop calling her your daughter-in-law. But, Wendy, doing

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

a brow at her words, but before she could respond, the salon erupted into

see this?" one patron exclaimed,