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?"

wet and fresh, like she had just put it on." Tim asked

hint of suspicion in my voice. "But I can take a cab or an Uber. You don't have to go

here to make sure you get to the airport

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

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

was quiet, and I was lost in my thoughts as I stared

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

nodded, reaching for 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

She kissed me.

a second thought. But I pushed her

wash over me. "Shit. Mila, I'm so

injury, I realized that something was terribly wrong. Mila's grip on my wrist was far stronger than

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