The Wrong Woman

"Are you not interested in him?" Josie asked.

"We're not in the kind of relationship you're imagining," Candice explained.

Josie simply smiled and remained silent.

After entering the villa, she handed the basket of strawberries to the maid before settling on the couch with Candice. While Candice sat upright with formal poise, Josie lounged with ease as if she owned the place.

"My dad and Mr. Morrison have been close friends for years. I practically grew up here, running around as a kid," Josie said casually.

Candice looked puzzled. "With Uncle Nathan and Aunt Chubs so often away, how did you manage to visit?"

"Leo brought me here," Josie explained with a hint of pride. "He always tried to escape his parents' strict rules. He'd stay here for a few days whenever he felt suffocated at home."

She pointed at one of the rooms on the upper floor and added, "See that room up there? That's our secret hideout."

where Josie pointed. Any adult would immediately grasp the

her conflicting feelings of envy and discomfort. "So, you

in. Seizing the moment, she said, "Isn't it similar to you and Mervyn? Your fathers were both comrades and colleagues. You practically grew

Candice nodded in agreement.

feelings for you, too,"

mulled over Josie's words, puzzled. Why had Josie suddenly mentioned that? And why the word "too"? What was

turning to ascend the stairs. All he wanted to do was to retreat to his room, shower, and change into

already returned. Just then, the maid arrived with a

one," Josie urged, offering her a

a faint smile, Candice

remarked, "Feel free to help yourself. I'll be

strawberry. Her gaze followed Josie as she headed upstairs toward the room she dubbed her

sweetness in Candice's mouth turned inexplicably bitter. She lost her appetite and sank back into the couch,

agonizingly slowly. Her heart throbbed with pain, each wave more intense than the last. The agony