The Wrong Woman

Chapter 511

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.

her voice. "You don't know how to clean, but can't you

a deep breath to rein in her frustration,

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

darkened further. "What?"

her with a disdainful glance. "What else have you done other than causing him trouble? Have you ever cooked him a meal or done his laundry? Or even fetch him a glass of

life. You're utterly useless. All you know is to be jealous and stir up trouble in our friendship."

childhood, her

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

wife, not his maid. Why should I do the chores meant for a

married him, these became

do laundry, serve, and clean?" With disdain etched on her face, Fenna continued scrubbing the table. "I don't understand why

was of her generation in this modern era, would

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