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.

eyes fixed on the grand iron gate

crawl until, suddenly, headlights pierced the darkness as a luxury car entered the villa. Mila immediately dashed into the house and toward

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

Mila's voice choked with

of joy and concern. It was

her arms circled

his arms around her

difference, Mila's feet left the ground. Her entire body

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

warmth of her body, the depth of her care evident in her

hesitation, he sealed the moment with a deep and passionate

garage, discreetly leaving space for

by Nathan's intense

of such intimacy, Nathan appeared to

breathless, fearing Nathan

whispered, her voice trembling as she attempted to catch her

His breathing was heavy, warming her cheek with each exhale. It was a sensation that felt like