The Wrong Woman

In reality, Mila's pregnancy was already over five months, yet due to her advanced age, her belly didn't protrude noticeably.

During the early stages of her pregnancy, Mila battled severe morning sickness, which greatly affected her nutrient intake and left her feeling weak.

Phoebe took hold of Mila's luggage and linked her arm with Milas, stepping out of the airport with a spring in her step.

Once outside, Phoebe lifted the luggage and stowed it in the car.

As Mila tilted her head, her gaze fixed on the northern skyline, where snowflakes drifted down gently. A sudden wave of longing washed over her, reminding her of how much she missed Loretta.

After finishing loading the luggage, Phoebe walked over to Mila and said, "Let's hop into the car, Mila."

Snapping out of her reverie, Mila finally climbed into the car.

Phoebe started the engine and pulled away. "Mila, I've rented a small house in the suburbs. It's quiet, peaceful, and has a great environment.”

Mila's mood shifted, and she spoke softly, "Phoebe, I want to go see Grandma."

"Sure," Phoebe responded, adjusting her course at the next intersection.

her head, her hand gently resting on her belly as she thought to herself, "Sweetie, Mommy is taking you to

way, Phoebe, how's Nate doing?" Mila asked, her emotions stirring as

me that since you left, Nate went to the

replied nonchalantly, “Cole mentioned that even before Nate married you, he

Phoebe's words, Mila's heart glowed with a sweet warmth. It seemed that Nathan's frequent trips to Phoenicia after their marriage

“You and Cole seem to be quite

smile shy as she

me ask your “good friend" if Nathan is

expression soured at the mention of Nathan. "Mila, I think all men are the

to my homeland and contribute to its

seems like you have quite strong opinions about Nathan, don't you?" Phoebe

unusual reaction, Mila couldn't shake off a creeping sense of

“It hasn't

Mila like a bolt from the blue, leaving

smile couldn't hide the tremor in her voice. “Are you sure about Nathan...

there even such a thing as genuine friendship between men and women

help but agree with Phoebe's sentiment, feeling

allowing the cold air to rush in. "Phoebe, I'm feeling a bit stuffy. Would you mind if I open the window

to reassure