The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: A massage 

…should have seen it coming. Selene’s always had her eye on him.” 

Anya’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her blood boiling at the insinuation. Even though she believed their words were not true, she did not like their assumptions about Daniel. He was still her husband. How dare they speak of her husband in such a manner? How dare they spread lies about him without a shred of evidence? She felt her blood boil. 

But as quickly as Anya’s anger flared, it was replaced by a sense of calm. 

So what if he was her husband? Many people had never seen her before, as Daniel never took her out with him. Why wouldn’t there be rumors about them? 

“…heard they were spotted together at that new restaurant downtown…” 

Anya’s mind raced, her thoughts spinning with the absurdity of it all. It still did not stop her from being angry. She could not say she was jealous, but she was definitely dissatisfied that her husband was being tied to some random woman. 

With a deep breath, Anya pushed open the door and stepped into the main area of the spa, determined to put the gossip out of her mind and enjoy her day with Wendy. 

Wendy greeted her with a warm smile, oblivious to the turmoil raging within Anya. “Are you ready for your massage, dear?” she asked, her voice filled with maternal concern. 

Anya forced a smile, nodding as she tried to push aside the nagging doubts that lingered at the back of her mind. “Yes, Wendy,” she replied, her voice steady. “I’m ready.” 

As they made their way to the massage rooms, Anya felt a sense of calm wash over her. She knew she couldn’t control what others said or thought about her marriage, but she could control how she reacted to it. 

And as she settled onto the massage table, the gentle hands of the masseuse working away the tension in her muscles, Anya made a silent vow to trust in her husband and their love, not 

matter what gossip may swirl around them. 

Daniel sat behind his desk, his brow furrowed in concern as he listened to his public relations director, Ethan, deliver the latest news. 

“People are talking, sir,” Ethan began, his tone serious. “There’s speculation about your relationship with Selene Sinclair.” 

Daniel leaned forward, his brow slightly raised. “What kind of speculation?” he asked, his voice oddly dismissive. 

Ethan hesitated for a moment before continuing “Some people are saying that now that you’re divorced from Anya, you’ll marry Selene. There is even speculation that you two wens see if for rings,” he explained, his words careful. 

Daniel looked as though he had not heard anything, making Ethan uncomfortable. 

“Are they blind?” Daniel asked, “Besides, who says I am divorced?” 

“You are not, sir?” Ethan asked carefully as he watched Daniel continue to scribble away on his 

desk. This was a topic he was very curious about. After all, jus 

his ex–wife with her online scandal. 

the other day, he was helping 

Daniel’s jaw glanced up at the cautious, thin man in front of his desk. “Yes, I am not,” he replied, his tone careless. “My wife only got angry and ran away from home, but she is back now.” At his words, Ethan felt the urge to throw an insult. Who did not know he was divorced? He recalled the days when he suddenly became obsessed with working and got irritated by the mention of his wife’s name. He himself had admitted to him that he had gotten divorced. As the bead of public relations, it was only right to be informed of these things. So Daniel had told him. Yet he is now claiming that the divorce certificate he told him he had gotten never 

happened? He did not believe it. 

Ethan nodded, his expression a bit strained. “I understand, sir,” he said. “But the rumors are spreading fast. And there’s this photo circulating online…” 

Daniel finally paused at his task as Ethan trailed off, knowing all too well what photo he was referring to. “Was I at a parking lot??” he asked, his voice heavy with danger. 

Ethan nodded grimly. “Yes,” he confirmed. “In my experience, the photo seems to have been taken at an angle. It’s being taken out of context, of course, but people are talking. They’re saying it looks like you and Selene are more than just friends.” 

“We are not even friends,” Daniel corrected him. 

“I apologize,” 

Daniel let out a frustrated sigh, taping his hand on the hardwood desk. “She never learns,” he muttered under his breath. “That parking spot is the one under this building. Get the surveillance clip. It should be yesterday,” he instructed Ethan. 

Ethan nodded, feeling sympathetic towards Selene, who was about to get destroyed online. “I understand, Sire,” he said. “But you should probably post it from the company forum with a quote from you,” he advised. 

Daniel nodded; he thought his words made sense. It was one thing to clear the 

misunderstanding, and it was another for him to make a statement. “Agreed,” he said firmly.” What do you suggest?” 

Ethan 

survo forwarth, his expression serious. “I, sir, I hate to ask, but how damning is the 

surveillance video for her?” he asked, “What you say needs to hold as much of a slap to her.”