The Wrong Woman

"I'm sure you'll find a way. Just try to make it work," Mila said.

She understood her discomfort with Fenna might stem from her insecurities, but she was also aware that loyalty wasn't enough to sustain a marriage

Mila would never feel safe as long as Fenna was around Nathan.

Nathan stroked Mila's hand and reassured her, "Mila, I've had assurances from Fenna that she won't interfere in our marriage. She's not a bad

person, so you don't have to worry about her doing anything outrageous.”

Mila's mood darkened. She pulled her hand away and wrapped herself in the covers. She turned away and closed her eyes.

"Take care of yourself and come back safely," she murmured.

"All right." Nathan felt her indifference and decided to say nothing more. He tucked her in, turned off the light, and left.

It was 5:00 am in Phoenicia. Soldiers from the military base surrounded Hoffis Manor. Everyone was jolted awake. Avery showed up dressed in thick

pajamas and with her hair disheveled.

stared at Nathan's imposing figure and asked, "What's going on? Trespassing in

worriedly as armed soldiers entered and exited

down.

asked, "General Morrison, we haven't seen

with

maintained his stoic

with one hand resting on

smiled. "You're charming,

through Avery's facade. Her heart pounded,

spine and made her tremble with

of corporate life.

you fancy? I don't know if someone like me,

froze at the news of her being a widow. "Oliver's dead?" he

was killed in a fire two months ago. His ashes were scattered at the sea,"

stared at Avery with an unreadable

terrified, but she continued, "I have all the paperwork—death certificate,

doubt me."

to die, there's probably a way for him to be reborn,"