The Wrong Woman

It was late at night. There were no stars or moonlight in sight.

After finishing his work, Nathan returned to Morrison Residence, and it was already past 11:00 pm.

Although the house was brightly lit, everyone had gone back to their rooms to rest.

The empty house felt desolate.

Nathan was very exhausted as he went up the stairs.

Upon reaching his room, he pushed the door open and it was pitch black inside the room.

Turning on the light, he didn't see Mila in the empty room.

He took off his coat and casually hung it on the coat rack.

With a desolate mood, he walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning over, he rested his head on his hands. He had been blaming himself all along.

For over a month, emptiness and discomfort had occupied half of his heart, while the other half was filled with endless longing for Mila.

Despite being husband and wife, living under the same roof, they felt like strangers to each other.

After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly stood up and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

15 minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, wearing simple and clean pajamas.

no response. So, he opened the door and found she wasn't there. He then went to Phoebe's room and knocked on

that moment, Phoebe opened the door. She was confused as she asked, "Mr. Morrison, it's late, what do you need from

your room?" Nathan said the words "my wife" with

replied, "She is, but Mila is already asleep. What do

her sentence, Nathan forcefully pushed the door wider and

wanted to stop him, but didn't know where to start. She asked, "Mr. Morrison, what are you doing? As I said, Mila is already asleep.

Phoebe's words, Nathan walked toward

was awakened by the noises. As she opened her eyes, she was lifted by someone. She was so shocked that she clung tightly to the person's shoulders. When she saw the man's face clearly, she struggled to get down. She was annoyed as she demanded, "Nathan, what are you

a husband and wife, Phoebe didn't

carried her out with large strides. He said, "Have you forgotten

no separate rooms, and certainly

forgotten, but she didn't agree

Why should she?

go!" Mila said angrily as she clenched her fists tightly. She then hit his

Nathan, those hits didn't hurt or bother him. He could genuinely feel her

carried her back to

and then

with

foot. Nathan knelt beside

WE

put her on

he pulled the

tried to get out of bed,