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?"

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

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

futile. "Alright, Mila," I said, feeling resigned. "Thank you for

our way out, the atmosphere in the car was tense. I couldn't help but feel that something was off, that there was more to this situation than met the eye. I kept my guard up,

was lost in my thoughts as I stared out of

to look at me. "Here we are," she said with a grin. "Are you excited to head back

"To see my-" But then it happened. As I was turning toward

She kissed me.

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

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

to tend to 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 eyes were a strange, inhuman shade, a

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