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.

figure and asked, "What's going on? Trespassing in Norvania

warrant. She watched worriedly

his way to the couch and sat down. His

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

with all the

his stoic

resting on the back of her head and the other lightly

dreamily at Nathan and smiled. "You're charming, but why don't

through Avery's facade. Her heart pounded, and she

and made

of corporate life.

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

the news of her being a widow. "Oliver's

ago. His ashes

He stared

have all the paperwork—death certificate, cremation certificate, everything. I can show

doubt me."

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