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.

and Selene nodded as though

a confused look adorned her 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 in. Selene froze, not knowing how to respond. Her fish out of water

to explain how they were related. Would she answer, 'I was dating your

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

would be smarter.

there something you. want, Selene?" she asked

she replied airily. "Just thought I'd come over and congratulate you on your failed

a surge of anger rise within her at Selene's callous words, but she forced herself to stay calm. She knew she was better than this, better

need your congratulations, Selene," she said evenly, her face covered with a light

words, but before she could respond, the other patrons in the salon began to

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

mouth to respond, her face carried this slight smile. "Is this what you came to say?" Anya

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

returned from the bathroom, she caught the tall end of Selene's taunt. Her eyes narrowed at the sight

smile froze, her gaze flickering between Anya and Wendy. "Oh, nothing much," she replied, her tone dripping with honey. "Just having a little chat with

get through the door. Didn't I tell you our family

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

calling her your daughter-in-law. But, Wendy, doing this would only

Everyone around knew Wendy and Selene, but they did not know Anya. It

but before she could respond, the

see this?" one patron exclaimed, holding up their