The Wrong Woman

The night was serene, with Hudson Manor illuminated brightly.

Fenna returned home very late, finding Cameron sprawled on the sofa, his face flushed and smelling strongly of alcohol.

Fenna frowned disapprovingly. "Why are you drinking so heavily at this hour?"

Cameron offered a faint smile, replying, “I had no choice. I needed to get Nate intoxicated."

Taking a seat beside him, Fenna asked, "Why did you want Nate to get drunk?"

Cameron looked up, a mischievous smirk on his face. With a touch of excitement, he revealed, "Today, Wanda came to see me. She told me she wants Nathan..."

Upon hearing this, Fenna's complexion turned pale, and her hands clenched into fists.

Cameron chuckled, continuing, "I thought she was going to propose to Nate. I never expected that even after being married for over six months, they had yet to consummate their marriage. It surprised me so much that—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Fenna stood up abruptly, hurrying to leave.

caught up and grasped her arm. "Where

Nate,"

from what? They love each other; it's none of your

blazed with fury, her teeth clenched. "Love? Who said anything about love? Wanda plans to

selfish woman now!" Cameron retorted, "You're talking

in contact with her for over two weeks. Why are you assisting that bitch in

go of me! I need to go help

has been with him for

eyes, her face contorting with anger as she cried, "Cam, are you insane? Why are you

know how I feel about Nate, you know I've loved him for years. If you'd just give me a little support, I wouldn't

really influence it?" Cameron snapped back. "If Nate doesn't have feelings for Wanda, even

appearance as she hugged

gently stroking her back as he softly consoled her, "Fenna, Nate doesn't have feelings for you.

you wouldn't even be his friend. Let's try to be more rational, okay?