The Wrong Woman

Eastville, known for its simplicity and natural beauty, was a thriving town nestled within a smaller city in Norvania.

It was where Sienna grew up, and life there was quieter and more affordable compared to bustling cities like Phoenicia, making it a popular choice for retirees.

Sienna's family resided in Eastville, and her mother, Shelly, owned a corner store in the local market.

After Sienna's father passed away, Shelly took charge of the family business by herself, with Sienna helping out occasionally. Felix never helped out at all. Instead, he often took money from Shelly. Sienna prepared dinner, packed it into a thermos, and headed to the corner store to deliver it to Shelly. Upon entering, she noticed Shelly discreetly wiping away tears.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Sienna hurriedly placed the thermos down and approached the checkout counter. She crouched beside Shelly and gently took her arms. "Why are you crying?"

Shelly swiftly brushed away her tears and forced a smile. "It's nothing, I wasn't crying."

"You're clearly lying," Sienna bluntly stated, her displeasure evident in her tone.

oblivious. It was clear that Shelly had been crying. Even when Sienna's father

financial concerns. Whether driven by a fear of poverty or rooted in insecurity, her fixation on wealth had

in her eyes, Shelly nodded. She opened the drawer and pulled out some loose change. "He took all the hundred-dollar bills. He's taken away several thousand. This is all that's left. I won't even have enough for the next time I

up and patted the thermos. "Mom, please have your

was meeting friends to talk about business and asked for

slammed her hands on the table

"And just when my daughter was about to get married and receive wedding gifts...

brow, feeling uncomfortable as she watched Shelly. It seemed like every time Shelly was upset, it revolved around money, and every

by often needing to be booked in advance through ride-hailing apps.

reached a bustling bar, a hotspot for Eastville's youth. It was a melting pot