The Wrong Woman

Chapter 511

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.

of sarcasm in her voice. "You don't know how to clean, but can't you tell what

frustration, Mila asked calmly,

straightened her posture, and her demeanor oozed superiority as she looked down at Mila. "Wanda, I'm Nate's assistant. For the past six months, I've attended

expression darkened further.

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

be jealous and stir up trouble in our friendship." Mila felt

childhood, her

housewife. Everyone had their strengths and contributions to

his maid. Why should I do the chores meant

fired back, "Once you married him, these became

genuinely puzzled. "Does Norvania have laws that stipulate that a wife must cook, do laundry, serve, and clean?" With disdain etched on her face, Fenna continued scrubbing the

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