The Wrong Woman

Nathan was in a daze. He slumped forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm the storm of emotions inside him.

After a few moments, he lifted his head to look at Mila with reddened eyes.

He asked bitterly, "Wanda Hoffis, what do you think of me? You treat me like a convenience. You reach out to me when you need me and shut me out when you don't.

"And now, you're telling me that you want to marry me. Do you really think I, Nathan Morrison, am only meant to marry you?"

His words of lament weighed heavily on Mila's heart. She felt a deep sadness that seemed to affect even the baby in her womb. It began to kick violently.

“I'm sorry,” Mila apologized sincerely.

She stood up, put on her scarf and gloves, and added, "I didn't give it enough thought. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

and his face was marked with

closed, Nathan slumped weakly against the couch. He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and covered them with

grabbed a coat and put it on. Then, he grabbed another coat before hurrying out

street was bitterly cold and eerily quiet. It seemed like a deserted town. The street lamps cast a warm yellow glow down onto the ground. The night air was frigid

felt a heavy sense of gloom as she walked under the streetlights. She deeply regretted what she

turned out differently if she hadn't been so wrapped up in her worries

remarkable as Nathan surely had many options and wasn't destined to marry her. She placed her hands on

as she silently

cloak over her shoulders from behind. She was startled momentarily

don't have to walk me," Mila said. She lowered her head to

walk

and comforting embrace to her, making