But why? Could it really have been Mila who did it? And if so, what should I do?

I wanted to tell Tim, but right now, I wasn't so sure. I needed some time to think. After all, my career was on the line; and I couldn't afford to be one of those people who had a smear campaign started against me.

No, I needed to think about this rationally. But first, I needed to worry about Nina, about our child.

I was lost in my thoughts when there was a knock on the door of my hotel room. I hurriedly finished packing and went to answer it, not expecting to find anyone there other than housekeeping.

But to my surprise, it was...

"Good morning, Enzo."

"Mila? What are you doing here?"

painted red. The lipstick still looked wet and fresh, like she had just put it on." Tim asked me to drive

rather unusual. "He didn't mention it," I said, a hint of suspicion in my voice. "But I can take a cab or an Uber. You don't have to go out

head, her expression determined. "No, Tim insisted, and I'm here to make sure you get

sighed, realizing that arguing further would be futile. "Alright, Mila,"

the atmosphere in the car was tense. I couldn't help but feel that something was off, that there

to the airport was quiet, and I was lost in my thoughts as I stared out of the window. Finally, the airport came into view, and I felt

she said with a grin.

jacket on the back seat. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to going home," I said. "To see my-" But then it happened. As I was turning toward the back seat to grab my jacket, Mila suddenly leaned closer, grabbed my face in her hands, forced me

She kissed me.

her away instinctively without so much as a second thought. But I pushed her with more force than I intended, and she hit her

felt a wave of panic wash over me. "Shit. Mila, I'm so sorry," I

my wrist was far stronger than it should have been, and her eyes... her eyes were a strange, inhuman

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