The Wrong Woman

Layla fell silent, her face paling. After a moment, she calmly said, "Let's finalize the property division. I'm ready whenever." With that, she retreated upstairs with an icy expression.

Duke slumped onto the sofa, hands covering his face as tears fell silently.

In a villa embraced by maple trees, Nathan and Mila knocked gently on the door.

A maid opened it, greeting them warmly, "Mr. and Mrs. Morrison, good afternoon."

Acknowledging with nods, they stepped inside. Daniel was in the midst of a workout on the treadmill.

As they neared the gym, Mila greeted, "Hey, Daniel."

Pausing the machine, Daniel turned. "Chubs?"

With a smile, Mila responded, "Yes, it's me."

As Daniel moved toward Mila, Nathan intervened, extending his hand. When their hands met, Daniel chuckled softly, "Nate, you're here too?"

Nathan quipped, "You can tell by my hands?"

With a smirk, Daniel replied, "Every time Chubs visits, she always grabs my hand. But you, you keep me from touching your wife, seeing me as a competition." Mila barely contained her laughter.

Feeling a tad awkward, Nathan guided Daniel toward the exit. "I don't see it that way."

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