The Wrong Woman

"Wife?" Fenna burst into the living room, clenching her fists as she struggled to contain her anger. She demanded, "Nate, are you two married?"

"Yes, we are," Nathan responded calmly.

Fenna's expression turned dark with rage. She pointed at Mila's stomach and asked through gritted teeth, "Do you acknowledge the baby she's carrying?"

"Of course, it's mine. Why wouldn't I?" Nathan approached her.

Fenna huffed in frustration and ground her teeth in disdain.

"How about some breakfast?" Nathan suggested.

“You know I didn't come here for breakfast,” Fenna replied.

"And I didn't make you any breakfast, either. I did make some extra, so if you're hungry, feel free to stay and eat. If not, then please leave us alone," Nathan said indifferently.

“Nate, don't you think you're moving too quickly with this marriage?"

"l don't think so."

Mila stood nearby and watched them talk. Her heart sank, feeling like it was crushed under a heavy weight that made her uncomfortable and suffocating.

She didn't mind if Nathan couldn't keep their marriage a secret, but seeing how close he was getting to Fenna made her uneasy. It seemed like they were inseparable confidants.

Regardless of whether it was an overreaction or not, the jealousy in her heart was overwhelming.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Mila held onto her stomach as she walked past them toward the door. Nathan hurried to catch up. “Where are you going, Wanda?"

Wearing a steely expression, Mila shoved his hand away. She changed the fingerprint lock on the front door while everyone watched. She entered the new password and fingerprint.

"Why are you changing the password?" Fenna frowned in discontent. After setting the new password, Mila returned to the living room and stated indifferently, "Ms. Hudson, please knock before entering my house from now on."

"And me? I haven't even registered my fingerprint yet." Nathan was confused.

Mila gave him a frustrated look. "The same goes for you. Knock before entering the house. Don't bother coming back if no one answers." Nathan couldn't help but burst out laughing. His face was beaming with affection.

“I'm skipping breakfast since I'm already full,” Mila grumbled. Then, she stomped upstairs with heavy steps—each step she took felt like an accusation aimed at Nathan.

Fenna's eyes widened in disbelief, and she walked over to Nathan. Pointing at Mila, she asked, "Do you really have to marry someone like her?"

"She's adorable!" Nathan replied with a loving gaze.

Fenna snorted in response. "Adorable? She just changed the password right in front of us. She can limit my access, but yours, too? How dare she? How can you call her adorable when she's being so petty?"

A shadow crossed Nathan's face as he responded casually, "Fenna, you and I have never been “us.’ Wanda's upset because she's jealous of you."

Fenna looked at Nathan with disbelief.

Nathan lowered his gaze and smiled. "I think everything she does out of jealousy is adorable.”

Fenna stood with her hands on her hips. Breathing heavily, she spoke through gritted teeth, "You must be crazy. You claim the baby is yours when she barely shows a baby bump. She's jealous for no reason, and you think it's adorable. Are you blinded by love?"

Nathan carried the breakfast from the dining table and headed upstairs. “You'll get it when you're married.”

Fenna's face grew sour. Her resentment seethed inside her. With her hands still on her hips, she paced up and down the living room, desperately trying to find an outlet for her frustration.

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