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


    M was still in slumber when she heard the door creak open. Startled awake, she slowly rose, her


    gazending 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.


    M 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?" M 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 cab surfaces.


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


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


    you tell what I''m doing?"


    Taking a deep breath to rein in her frustration, M asked calmly, "Why are you cleaning Nate''s room?"


    Fenna straightened her posture, and her demeanor oozed superiority as she looked down at M.


    "Wanda, I''m Nate''s assistant. For the past six months, I''ve attended to every aspect of his life and


    work. Unlike you..."


    M''s expression darkened further. "What?" she demanded.


    Fenna dismissed her with a disdainful nce. "What else have you done other than causing him


    trouble? Have you ever cooked him a meal or done hisundry? Or even fetch him a ss of water?


    "You 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 friendship." M felt a pang in her stomach, gritting her teeth as she


    took another deep breath.


    Since childhood, her upbringing had


    taught her that she wasn''t destined to be a housewife. Everyone had their strengths and contributions


    to offer to the family and society.


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


    for a maid?"


    Fenna fired back, "Once you married him, these became your responsibilities."


    M frowned, genuinely puzzled. "Does Norvania havews that stipte that a wife must cook, do


    laundry, serve, and clean?" With disdain etched on her face, Fenna continued scrubbing the table. "I


    don''t understand why Nate would choose you."


    M felt a twinge of difort at Fenna''s remark. She couldn''t understand why Fenna, who was of her


    generation in this modern era, would cling to such outdated and rigid beliefs.


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    She wondered if Fenna was still trapped in the ideology of male domination. Someone with her mindset


    would willingly be Nathan''s mistress. Keeping her emotions in check, M spoke up, "Fenna, from now


    on, you don''t have to clean Nate''s room. Please leave."


    Ignoring M''s request, Fenna finished cleaning the table and proceeded to the wardrobe.


    Observing Fenna''s skilled actions, M knew this wasn''t her first time performing such tasks here.


    M wondered if other women


    would tolerate someone admiring


    their husband invading his private space boldly. But she found it deeply unsettling. She felt increasingly


    ufortable and irritated


    "Ms. Hudson," M snapped, her tone edged with anger. "Don''t you understand me?"