The Wrong Woman

"Nonsense!" Fenna roared.

Mila calmly responded, "It was solely Nate's decision to investigate you. I've never voiced an opinion on the matter."

Fenna's face darkened, her words sharp, "Are you trying to drive a wedge between us?"

Unable to hold back, Phoebe chimed in, "Mila, stop wasting your energy on her. Let's have someone escort her out."

Mila knew that wouldn't resolve the issue. Even if Fenna were to be driven out, she'd keep coming back. A more decisive approach was necessary.

She subtly squeezed Phoebe's hand, signaling her to hold back. Then, she gestured toward the house and said, "Ms. Hudson, let's discuss this inside."

Fenna walked inside, her steps deliberate.

Worried about potential conflicts, Phoebe trailed behind them.

the living room, a maid graciously served coffee and

her a fierce look with her fists

to remain close to Nate despite

resisting the urge to

Despite her irritation, Mila

her poise. She had faced Fenna's attempts to undermine her before. However, a war of words wouldn't resolve anything, soa better approach was

be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for him, she could never be the

spoke, "Ms. Hudson, Nate would prefer you not

steadfast. "I'm not going to be influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with Nate." Growing impatient, Mila shot back, "Then call

"He ignores my calls."

hesitation, Mila retrieved her phone, unlocked it, and extended it

with suspicion. "What are you

was attempting to infiltrate her marriage, was

Mila dialed Nathan's number, switched

with a warmth and tenderness she had never heard,