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.

as though

At this point,

explain how they

with malice. "Looks like you couldn't hold on to

would be smarter.

you.

disdainful smirk. "Oh, nothing much," she replied airily. "Just thought I'd

her at Selene's callous words, but she forced herself to stay

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

she could respond, the other patrons in the salon began to murmur amongst themselves, their attention drawn to the tense exchange unfolding

But she refused to back down, refusing to let Selene see how much her

to say?" Anya asked, making Selene feel like

her phone. She wouldn't allow herself

the sight of the woman who dared to insult her daughter-in-law. "What's

"Oh, nothing much," she replied, her tone dripping with

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

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

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

and Selene, but they did not know Anya.

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

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