The Wrong Woman

The first rays of morning sunlight seeped through the window, painting the room with a gentle glow.

Mila was still in slumber when she heard the door creak open. Startled awake, she slowly rose, her gaze landing on an unexpected visitor.

Fenna stood at the doorway; her initial surprise quickly clouded with dismay. "Why are you sleeping in Nate's room?" she snapped.

Mila clenched her fists slowly, her irritation mounting as Fenna's intrusion disrupted the peace of the early morning. She wondered why Fenna would know the passcode to Nathan's room.

"Why shouldn't I stay in my husband's room?" Mila retorted, her tone tinged with annoyance.

With a grim expression, Fenna rushed into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and setting to work on the chair and cabinet surfaces.

Mila watched her with confusion. "What's going on?" she asked, puzzled.

let out a disdainful snort, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "You don't

in her frustration, Mila asked calmly, "Why

her demeanor oozed superiority as she looked down at Mila. "Wanda, I'm Nate's assistant. For the past six months, I've attended to

further. "What?"

causing him trouble? Have you ever cooked him a

you know is to be jealous and

childhood, her

to be a housewife. Everyone had their strengths and contributions to

his maid. Why should I do the chores

"Once you married him, these became

"Does Norvania have laws that stipulate that a wife must cook, do laundry, serve, and clean?" With disdain etched on her face, Fenna continued scrubbing the table. "I don't

Fenna's remark. She couldn't understand why Fenna, who was of her generation in this