The Wrong Woman

There was a persistent knock on the door.

Unwilling to respond, Elio remained motionless. His gaze was desolate and distant. It was as if he was lost in another world.

It wasn't until the knocking ceased and Mila's voice came to his ears that he snapped back to reality.

"Elio, it's me, Wanda."

Although Mila was rarely home, she held a warm and kind image in Elio's heart. He found those affections he lacked from Michaela in Mila.

Shaken from his thoughts, Elio got to his feet and turned the portrait around before heading to the door.

As the door was opened, Mila noticed his somber expression and lifeless gaze. She felt a pang of sympathy.

"Wanda, do you need something?" Elio asked.

Mila's eyes crinkled into a smile as she asked softly, "May I come in and sit for a while?"

Elio hesitated briefly, then opened the door wider. "Come in."

Mila stepped into the spacious room. Despite the brightness of the lights, the atmosphere felt dull and cold. There was a large bed, a row of cabinets, and a couch, all in subdued, cool tones that mirrored Elio's personality.

Candice. She was like a ray of sunshine-warm

smile and patted the spot beside her.

wealthy, and five years older than Candice. Despite his less-than-charming personality,

Michaela and shaped him into the man he was now. Candice could certainly have chosen

you want to talk about

Nathan and I are here for your

responded icily,

sent out the invitations and told everyone

silent, his gaze

guess she's determined to push you into this, no matter

smirk

in concern. "Why

do if she was behind Candice's close call overseas. Should I have her arrested?

"What happened

now, and she's

her own granddaughter.

comforting pat and smiled gently. "You have

glanced at her in surprise, his eyes reflecting the

give me that look.

confirmed nor denied it. Instead, he leaned back on the couch and stared

by his