The Wrong Woman

The first rays of morning sunlight seeped through the window, painting the room with a gentle glow.

Mila was still in slumber when she heard the door creak open. Startled awake, she slowly rose, her gaze landing on an unexpected visitor.

Fenna stood at the doorway; her initial surprise quickly clouded with dismay. "Why are you sleeping in Nate's room?" she snapped.

Mila clenched her fists slowly, her irritation mounting as Fenna's intrusion disrupted the peace of the early morning. She wondered why Fenna would know the passcode to Nathan's room.

"Why shouldn't I stay in my husband's room?" Mila retorted, her tone tinged with annoyance.

With a grim expression, Fenna rushed into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and setting to work on the chair and cabinet surfaces.

Mila watched her with confusion. "What's going on?" she asked, puzzled.

let out a disdainful snort, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "You don't know how to

breath to rein in her frustration, Mila asked

as she looked down at Mila. "Wanda, I'm Nate's assistant. For the past six months, I've attended to every aspect of his life and work.

further. "What?"

you done other than causing him trouble? Have you ever cooked him a meal or done his laundry? Or even fetch him a

can't help him at work nor take care of his daily life. You're utterly useless. All you know is to be jealous and stir up trouble in our

childhood, her upbringing

Everyone had their strengths and contributions to offer to the family and

collected herself and responded, "I am his wife, not his maid. Why should I do the chores

"Once you married him, these

do laundry, serve, and clean?" With disdain etched on her face,