The Wrong Woman

Battling her restless anxiety, Mila endured a sleepless night, her heart filled with anticipation.

As the second day dawned, Nathan was still nowhere to be seen.

Hesitant to disturb him with a call, Mila found herself trapped in a torturous cycle of hope and apprehension.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly and each passing second weighed heavily on her. Her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the door, longing for Nathan's return. Yet, he remained absent.

By the late hours of the third day, Mila stumbled upon breaking news while scrolling through her phone. A fierce gun battle had erupted at Memorial Heights, with residents capturing the chaos on video and sharing it online.

The darkness of the night concealed the faces, leaving only the echoing sounds of gunfire.

Driven by overwhelming concern, Mila dialed Nathan's number, only to be greeted by the automated message indicating his phone was switched off.

She tossed her phone aside and sank onto her bed in discouragement. Her heart was heavy with oppressive dread as if caught in a whirlwind of worry.

At three in the morning, Mila was still wide awake.

with cold wind brushing against her. Her eyes fixed on

a luxury car entered the villa. Mila immediately dashed

he could

Mila's voice choked

and concern. It was nearing four in

could react, Mila rushed into his embrace, her arms circled his

in turn, wrapped his arms

the ground. Her entire

brimmed with tears, her gaze

her care evident in her eyes. The intensity

the moment with a deep and

the garage, discreetly leaving space for

taken aback by Nathan's sudden kiss. Initially evading, she soon found herself overwhelmed by Nathan's intense embrace. Her hands instinctively

absence of such intimacy, Nathan appeared to

though she was breathless, fearing Nathan

Hold on," Mila whispered, her voice trembling as she attempted

warming her cheek with each exhale. It was a