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?"

fresh, like she had just put it on." Tim asked me to drive you to the airport," she said, folding her arms across

it," I said, a hint of suspicion in my voice. "But I can take a cab or an Uber. You don't

to make sure you get to

be futile. "Alright, Mila," I

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

my thoughts as I stared out of the window. Finally, the airport came

space and turned to look at me. "Here we are," she said with a grin.

my 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

She kissed me.

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

began to trickle down from her forehead, and I immediately felt a wave of panic wash over me. "Shit. Mila, I'm so sorry," I exclaimed, reaching for a tissue to help

her injury, I realized that something was terribly wrong. Mila's grip on my wrist was far stronger than it should have been, and her eyes... her

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