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.

against her. Her eyes fixed on the grand iron gate leading to the garden while

a luxury car entered the villa. Mila immediately dashed

of the car and before he could close the door, a figure

voice choked with

blend of joy and concern. It was nearing

embrace, her arms circled

in turn, wrapped his arms

the ground. Her entire body

with tears, her gaze filled with

a word, Nathan felt the soft warmth of her body, the depth of her care evident

hesitation, he sealed the moment

garage, discreetly leaving space

herself overwhelmed by Nathan's intense embrace. Her hands instinctively cradled his

to the long absence of such intimacy,

as though she was breathless, fearing Nathan might

on," Mila whispered, her voice trembling

her cheek with each exhale. It was a sensation that felt like