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.

and asked, "What's going on? Trespassing in Norvania is

warrant. She watched worriedly as armed soldiers entered and exited

sat down. His expression was grave as he

and asked, "General Morrison, we haven't seen each other in six months. Why the

what's with all

his stoic look

pose, with one hand resting on

smiled. "You're charming,

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

and made her

emotions in check after years of corporate life. Feigning calm, she teased, "General Morrison, I

I wonder what kind of woman you fancy? I don't know if someone like me, the

at the news of her being a widow. "Oliver's dead?"

two months ago. His ashes were scattered at

hardened further. He stared at Avery with an unreadable

the paperwork—death certificate, cremation certificate, everything. I can show

doubt me."