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 Anya should know who

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

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

and menacing. "I heard about your little divorce," she hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Looks like you couldn't hold on to a man after

would be smarter.

something you.

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

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

her face covered with a light smile,

Anya's defiant words, but before she could respond, the other patrons in the salon began to murmur amongst themselves, their attention drawn

burning into her, adding to the pressure of the moment. But she refused to back down, refusing to let Selene see how

to respond, her face carried this slight smile. "Is this what you came to

wouldn't allow herself to be dragged into Selene's drama. If she wanted to act,

Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the woman who dared to insult her

smile froze, her gaze flickering between Anya and Wendy. "Oh, nothing much," she replied,

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 get in the

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

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

and Selene, but they did not know Anya. It seems this

incredulously as she raised a brow at her words, but before she could respond, the salon erupted

one patron exclaimed, holding