The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)

Chapter 67: Selene versus Anya

As Anya sat there, the gentle hum of conversation filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sound of a hairdryer or the soft rustle of magazines being flipped through.

As she waited for Wendy to return from the bathroom, Anya couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. She was finally starting to relax, to let go of the stress and worry that had plagued her in recent days.

But her moment of tranquility was shattered when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Well, well, well, look who it is.” Anya looked up at the one who had spoken for a rond. Before closing her eyes to enjoy her hair dryer, as though she had not heard what the person had said.

When Selene walked into the salon, she was ecstatic. But her joy was cut off when she spotted Anya. She knew that face; she had seen her several times on Daniel’s arm. She was his ex–wife. Even though they had divorced, she still felt the urge to taunt her. When she recalled that Daniel still called her his wife long after the divorce, she was pissed just to see her face.

Anya’s heart turned cold at the sound of Selene’s voice. If not for fear of destroying her new pedicure, she would have thrown a slap.

She knew she couldn’t avoid Selene forever, but she had hoped Selene would have some shame. She had never seen a mistress so proud and public like her before. She decided to close her eyes and pretend she did not exist.

“Did you not hear me?” Selene asked heatedly.

Slowly, Anya opened and turned in her chair to face her, her expression carefully neutral. “And who are you?” She said it evenly, her voice steady despite the urge to throw something churning inside

her.

Selene’s eyes narrowed as she took in Anya’s composed demeanor, her lips curling into a sneer. “You don’t know me?” she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I am Selene,” she did not believe that Anya did not know who she was.

Anya remained silent, refusing to be drawn into Selene’s game.

“Selene.” Anya repeated, and Selene nodded as though Anya should know who she was.

After waiting a while, a confused look adorned her face as she asked, “Should I know you? How are you related to me?” At this point, most of those in the salon were listening in. Selene froze, not knowing how to respond. Her fish out of water look almost made Anya laugh. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Of course, she knew who she was, but she wondered how Selene was going to explain how they were related. Would she answer, ‘I was dating your husband?‘ That would be interesting.

Selene leaned in closer, her voice low and menacing. “I heard about your little divorce,” she hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Looks like you couldn’t hold on to a man after all.” Selene decided to take another route instead.

Anya raised her brow at this. She knew Selene was trying to provoke her but thought she

would be smarter.

Instead, she simply stared at Selene, her expression unreadable. “Is there something you. want, Selene?” she asked coolly, her voice tinged with thinly veiled disdain.

Selene’s lip curled into a disdainful smirk. “Oh, nothing much,” she replied airily. “Just thought I’d come over and congratulate you on your failed marriage.”

Anya felt a surge of anger rise within her at Selene’s callous words, but she forced herself to stay calm. She knew she was better than this, better than sinking to Selene’s level.

“I don’t need your congratulations, Selene,” she said evenly, her face covered with a light smile, “I am happily married. You?”

Selene’s eyes narrowed at Anya’s defiant words, but before she could respond, the other patrons in the salon began to murmur amongst themselves, their attention drawn to the tense exchange unfolding before them.

Anya could feel their curious stares burning into her, adding to the pressure of the moment. But she refused to back down, refusing to let Selene see how much her words affected her.

As Selene opened her mouth to respond, her face carried this slight smile. “Is this what you came to say?” Anya asked, making Selene feel like she had punched cotton. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Selene.”

With that, Anya turned away from Selene; her attention called to her phone. She wouldn’t allow herself to be dragged into Selene’s drama. If she wanted to act, she should do it alone.

As Wendy returned from the bathroom, she caught the tall end of Selene’s taunt. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the woman who dared to insult her daughter–in–law.

“What’s going on here?” Wendy demanded, her voice sharp with indignation..

Selene’s smile froze, her gaze flickering between Anya and Wendy. “Oh, nothing much,” she replied, her tone dripping with honey. “Just having a little chat with Anya here.”

Wendy’s lips curled into a disdainful smile. “Oh, you are that girl that came to my house the moment my daughter–in–law left trying to get through the door. Didn’t I tell you our family doesn’t

accept mistresses?” She asked, her voice cold. “But my daughter–in–law has already come back; it can’t be you are still trying to get in the door, right?”

Selene’s smirk faltered at Wendy’s stern words, her confidence waning in the face of the older woman’s disapproval.

“It seems you are still attached to her if you won’t stop calling her your daughter–in–law. But, Wendy, doing this would only make the person your son marries in the future

uncomfortable.” Everyone around knew Wendy and Selene, but they did not know Anya. It seems this is Daniel Shaw’s ex–wife.

Wendy’s eyes flashed incredulously as she raised a brow at her words, but before she could respond, the salon erupted into a flurry of activity.

“Hey, have you see this?” one patron exclaimed, holding up their phone for all to see.

Wendy and Anya turned to see what had captured everyone’s attention. They soon realized they were all glued to their phones and looking at them while doing so. This prompted them to take out their phones to search for news on their family. Their eyes widened in shock as they read the statement Daniel had made in public.

Anya could not help but laugh at this. She felt refreshed by his words. Wendy secretly gave Daniel a thumbs up in her heart.

“What is going on?” Selene demanded, her voice tinged with confusion.

But before anyone could answer, another patron chimed in, their voice filled with amusement.

“Looks like some people don’t have self–respect; even the cheese they are trying to buy has resorted to spitting on them,” someone remarked, their tone smug

Selene’s confusion turned to alarm as she realized that the people around her were not only looking at her with disdain but also amusement and even mockery.

“What’s so funny?” Selene demanded, her voice growing shrill with frustration.

But the laughter only grew louder, filling the salon with its resounding echoes as more and more people saw the statement Daniel had made.

Feeling the eyes of the entire salon on her, Selene’s face flushed with embarrassment as she realized the extent of her humiliation.

“What in God’s name is happening?” Selene demanded, her voice trembling with anger.

But no one answered her, too busy scrolling through their phones and sharing the news with those around them. When she saw the smile on Wendy’s face, she felt they had done something.

Finally, unable to bear the humiliation any longer, Selene pulled out her own phone and searched for the

Shaw family news and opened the video that was circulating online.

As she watched the footage of Daniel’s statement and the surveillance video of her paying off the paparazzi, her face turned ashen with shock.

Chapter 68: Humiliation