The Wrong Woman

Mila woke up at 6:00 am before the sun rose. Even though she was still sleepy, she freshened up and got ready to leave.

When she opened the door, she found Nathan waiting outside. He was dressed for the occasion, wearing a sharp black suit that made him look more elegant than usual.

"Good morning,” Nathan greeted her warmly.

Mila looked down at her coat and felt that she wasn't as well dressed as he was. "Shall I change my outfit, General Morrison?"

"It's okay," Nathan reassured her.

He held her hand as they left. He didn't let go of her hand the whole way, as if he was afraid that she was going to change her mind. He held her hand on the plane and even after their landing.

They arrived at City Hall, where they were given priority registration because it was a military wedding. They quickly completed the paperwork. Mila was still half asleep when they finally got the marriage certificate.

The soft light of dawn enveloped them as they walked out of City Hall. Nathan held out his hand to Mila and said, "I'll hold this for you."

"Why should you hold mine when we both have our marriage certificates? I don't want that,” Mila replied. She didn't want the hassle of asking for it every time she wanted to see it.

He put the certificate away, took her hand, and led her

Mila asked curiously. Nathan stopped in his tracks and turned to her. “Is this

course, not,"

asked gently, “Then why

stood before Nathan. She reached for his other hand before looking up at him. "Can

dark. "Fenna may have feelings for me, but she's not the kind of person you think she is. She would never do anything to hurt you or the

you. She's willing

started, but Mila cut him

you trust

our marriage a secret. I'll arrange a big

him. "We've both got certificates. Are

away before," Nathan

was infuriated by his words and felt a tightening in her stomach. Her eyebrows furrowed in unease as she clutched her stomach

while gently stroking her stomach. "What's wrong? Does your

Mila nodded in response.