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.

living room, a maid graciously

rigidly, her expression stern. Phoebe shot her a fierce look with her fists clenched. In contrast, Mila

I understand your feelings and your desire to remain close to Nate despite our

deep breath, resisting the urge

Despite her irritation, Mila

to undermine her before. However, a war of words wouldn't resolve

bondz would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for him,

spoke, "Ms. Hudson, Nate would prefer

influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with Nate." Growing

"He ignores my calls."

her phone, unlocked it, and extended

looked at Mila with suspicion.

felt a mix of frustration and disbelief. Fenna, who was attempting to infiltrate her marriage, was now questioning her

number, switched

voice came through, imbued with a warmth and tenderness she had