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 Norvania

warrant. She watched worriedly

way to the couch and sat down. His expression was

Nathan, Avery pretended to be calm and asked, "General Morrison, we haven't seen each

what's with all

maintained his stoic

one hand resting on

Nathan and smiled. "You're charming, but why don't you smile or talk

cut right through Avery's facade. Her heart pounded, and she swallowed nervously. His intense gaze

and made

Avery had mastered keeping her emotions in check after years of corporate life. Feigning calm, she teased, "General Morrison, I hear

kind of woman you fancy? I don't know if someone like me, the richest widow

the news of her being a widow.

two months ago. His ashes were scattered

hardened further. He stared

the paperwork—death certificate, cremation certificate,

doubt me."

If he really wanted to die, there's probably a way for him to be reborn," Nathan