The Wrong Woman

"I'm sure you'll find a way. Just try to make it work," Mila said.

She understood her discomfort with Fenna might stem from her insecurities, but she was also aware that loyalty wasn't enough to sustain a marriage

Mila would never feel safe as long as Fenna was around Nathan.

Nathan stroked Mila's hand and reassured her, "Mila, I've had assurances from Fenna that she won't interfere in our marriage. She's not a bad

person, so you don't have to worry about her doing anything outrageous.”

Mila's mood darkened. She pulled her hand away and wrapped herself in the covers. She turned away and closed her eyes.

"Take care of yourself and come back safely," she murmured.

"All right." Nathan felt her indifference and decided to say nothing more. He tucked her in, turned off the light, and left.

It was 5:00 am in Phoenicia. Soldiers from the military base surrounded Hoffis Manor. Everyone was jolted awake. Avery showed up dressed in thick

pajamas and with her hair disheveled.

at Nathan's imposing figure and asked, "What's going on? Trespassing

a search warrant. She watched worriedly as armed soldiers entered

the couch and sat down. His expression

Avery pretended to be calm and asked, "General Morrison, we haven't seen each other

with all

maintained his stoic

a seductive pose, with one hand resting on the back of her head and the other lightly tapping

charming, but why don't you smile

hardened and cut right through Avery's facade. Her heart pounded,

spine and made her tremble with

after years of

if someone like me, the richest widow in Norvania, would

widow. "Oliver's dead?" he asked

He was killed in a fire two months ago. His ashes were scattered at the sea,"

expression hardened further. He stared at Avery

terrified, but she continued, "I have all the paperwork—death certificate, cremation certificate, everything. I can

doubt me."