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!"

full name, not as "Ms. Hoffis". Mila wondered if she had abandoned pretense altogether. Mila moved

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

for me, I can be Nate's lifelong friend and colleague. We have

knife piercing Mila's chest. Mila felt her heart

undeniable truth, one

"We can become soulmates. I believe feelings will bloom with time. Someday, I'll

realized how deeply Fenna loved Nathan. With such a woman

had just left.

firm and unwavering. Her figure was soft against him,

quickening as he dipped his head to catch a glimpse