The Wrong Woman

Mila stomped her foot as she turned her back to Fenna.

Fenna boasted, "Nate is going to be paired up with me."

Mila scoffed. He was just the best man at a wedding. What was there to boast about? What was there to be happy about?

Fenna continued, "In Norvania, there are no married men willing to be the best man, not even men with girlfriends. You can imagine how little you mean to him."

Mila's heart ached, but she still maintained her smile. She turned to face Fenna and calmly said, "He has his reason if he wants to be the best man. He's my husband, and I respect his choices. "As for you, don't delude yourself. He won't do anything with you."

Fenna sneered. "You're just deceiving yourself. I've seen the wedding itinerary. We'll be having an absolute ball during the wedding entertainment part. You just wait to be embarrassed."

Mila had no certainty, but she still chose to believe in Nathan. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

She smiled gently and said, "Okay. I'll be watching from the audience seat. I'll wait for your exciting moments with Nate."

With that said, she clenched her fists tightly and walked toward the banquet hall. She felt uncomfortable as she walked every step.

An hour later, the wedding began. All the distinguished guests took their seats. The dimmed lights created a romantic atmosphere.

The wedding host, Albert, was warming up the stage. Saying the words of blessings and sharing witty anecdotes, he made the guests laugh. The atmosphere was set perfectly.

and

very nervous as her hands

wouldn't be able to hold

Best Man, Nathan Morrison, the most prestigious Defense General

family in Norvania. Please welcome the two

"Mila, they're calling you. Since when did you become the

At that moment, she was unable

muttered to Albert, The Maid of Honor isn't Wanda; her name is Fenna. The bride

Albert

pushed

guard

of here. Please

the Maid of

of Honor, Watf

stage.

"Where's the applause?"

grabbed Mila's