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

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

my wife in your room?" Nathan said the words "my wife" with a firm

eyes flickered as she was slightly nervous. She replied, "She

Nathan forcefully pushed the door wider and forced

She asked, "Mr. Morrison, what are you doing? As I said, Mila

Nathan walked toward the

clung tightly to the person's shoulders. When

a matter between a husband and wife, Phoebe didn't intervene.

strides. He said, "Have you

divorce, no separation, no separate

hadn't forgotten, but she didn't

Why should she?

her fists

could genuinely feel her

carried her back to

and then

with

foot. Nathan knelt beside

WE

gently put her

Mila lay down, he pulled the blanket to cover

the blanket away and tried to get out of