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

search warrant. She watched worriedly

made his way to the couch and sat down. His expression was grave as he waited in

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

what's with

his stoic look

resting on the back of her head and the other lightly tapping her

charming, but why don't

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

spine and made her tremble

mastered keeping her emotions in check after years of corporate life.

woman you fancy? I don't know if someone like me,

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

fire two months ago. His ashes were scattered at the sea," Avery replied

hardened further. He stared at Avery with an unreadable

she continued, "I have all the paperwork—death certificate, cremation certificate, everything. I can show them to you if

doubt me."