The Wrong Woman

Beneath the cloak of night, where stars hid behind a shroud of darkness, everything seemed trapped in a nightmare. The wailing sirens of police cars and ambulances pierced the tranquil silence.

Mila and Phoebe were ushered onto separate ambulances.

Mila's abdomen was seized by relentless waves of agony, pushing her to the edge of despair. Yet, her physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish in her heart, an endless cycle of fear and disappointment.

At this dire moment, with both her and her baby facing the gravest danger, Mila found herself utterly alone. Nathan, whom she depended on and loved deeply, now remained silent, tending to another woman's needs.

It was a painful echo of the past, reminiscent of the time when she and the impostor Sally had fallen into the pool together, and Nathan had chosen to save the other woman. The sting of that betrayal pierced her soul.

As Mila was ushered into the delivery room, she found herself surrounded by urgent conversations between doctors and nurses. Before her eyes was a commotion, and in her ears was a buzzing cacophony.

Tears flowed down her cheeks while blood seeped from her lower abdomen. Her heart endured relentless stabbing pains, each contraction intensifying the agony.

"Where's your husband?"

"Where are your family members?"

"Who will sign the documents?"

"Quick, call your family. Your condition is critical. How many months pregnant are you? Which hospital are you registered with?"

Drenched in sweat, she struggled amidst the uncontrollable tremble to unlock her phone and handed it over to the nurse with Florence's

delivery room. Each contraction felt like a

that room of pain and uncertainty,

returned her phone, Mila dialed Nathan's number with her last

streamed down her face as she gasped for breath, praying for him to answer, yearning for him to come to her aid. Yet, all she received was the cold,

the delivery room, doctors buzzed around,

blood bags. It was then she realized the severity of her condition. She was bleeding excessively, with her baby yet to be born. The situation

The

their way," the

doctor's voice boomed with anger. "You're seven months pregnant, and there's no one

sign the papers. How can we proceed

exclaimed urgently, "We

a dagger to her heart. She felt her strength drain

closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She had endured so much

intertwined with her unborn child's. She couldn't carry

was to be with her

as the doctors and nurses

à nurse burst