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!"

if she had abandoned pretense altogether. Mila moved to a shaded area and turned to face Fenna. "Ms. Hudson, is there

her words resolute. "Chubs Hoffis, don't think you're so special

lifelong friend and colleague. We

sharp and painfully honest, like a knife piercing Mila's chest.

an undeniable truth, one she couldn't

of triumph, Fenna continued, "We can become soulmates. I believe

how deeply Fenna loved Nathan. With such a

study since Fenna had just left. Without hesitation,

threw herself into his arms, her embrace firm and unwavering.

his heart quickening as he dipped his head to catch a