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.

asked, "What's going

a search warrant. She watched worriedly as armed soldiers

down. His expression was grave as he waited

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

with all

his stoic look in

seductive pose, with one hand resting on the back of her

dreamily at Nathan and smiled. "You're charming,

and cut right through Avery's facade. Her heart pounded, and she swallowed nervously. His intense gaze sent

spine and made her tremble with

of corporate life. Feigning

know if someone

being a widow. "Oliver's dead?" he asked with a look of

He was killed in a fire two months ago. His ashes were scattered

expression hardened further. He stared at Avery with an

certificate, cremation certificate, everything.

doubt me."