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.

her coat with cold wind brushing against her. Her eyes fixed

headlights pierced the darkness as a luxury car entered the

car and before he

voice choked with

a blend of joy and concern. It was nearing four in the morning, yet Mila had

arms circled his neck, and hugged him with

wrapped his arms

feet left the ground. Her entire body was enveloped in the warmth of Nathan's

injured?" Mila's eyes brimmed with tears, her gaze filled with

warmth of her body, the depth of her care evident in her eyes. The intensity of her concern allowed him to deeply feel

the moment

garage, discreetly leaving

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

absence of such

was breathless,

her voice trembling as

each exhale. It was