The Wrong Woman

Having experienced Fenna's tactics before, Mila responded calmly, "We were never truly together, so how can there be a breakup?" Fenna retorted, "Then why are you here to see him?"

Seizing the moment, Mila countered, "You used to boast to me, claiming you'd been dating Nate for a month and warning me to stay away from him. What's your plan today to drive me away?"

Fenna clenched her fists, her face flushed red with anger, but she remained silent.

"You didn't see him last night, did you?" Mila pressed on, unperturbed. "You came here today to discuss work, didn't you?"

Gritting her teeth, Fenna maintained her silence.

Shielding her eyes from the harsh sunlight with her hand, Mila muttered, "It's too bright." With that, she brushed past Fenna. Suddenly, Fenna called out, "Chubs Hoffis, wait!"

"Ms. Hoffis". Mila wondered if she had abandoned pretense altogether. Mila

"Chubs Hoffis, don't think you're so special just because Nate likes you. You're from Sunterland. You'll return

lifelong friend and colleague. We

knife piercing Mila's chest. Mila felt her heart dripping with blood,

was an undeniable truth, one

can become soulmates. I believe

walked away without looking back. Watching Fenna's departing figure, Mila realized how deeply Fenna

be in the study since Fenna had just left. Without hesitation, she made her way to the study. Suddenly, the door of the study swung open,

could react, Mila threw herself into his arms, her embrace firm and unwavering. Her figure was

he dipped his head to