The Wrong Woman

Mila entered Cole's car and arrived at the scene of the accident, located on the overpass just over ten minutes away from the wedding venue. Below them flowed a river, its depths concealed from view.

The recovery vessel had already hoisted the car from the water. Meanwhile, the divers continued their search for Nathan beneath the surface. Traffic police were busy with their duties, questioning witnesses and examining surveillance footage.

Mila stood silently beside the railing, clutching it tightly, her hands sweaty. The pain in her heart dulled her senses, leaving her feeling hollow.

It felt as if she had forgotten the very rhythm of her breath, as though time itself had halted in its tracks.

Amidst the eerie silence, with no signs of life in sight, her mind echoed with emptiness, her legs quivering and feeble, sustained solely by sheer determination. Despite the turmoil in her heart and the tears welling in her eyes, Mila resisted the urge to cry.

As long as Nathan's body hadn't been recovered, she clung to the hope that he was still alive. After all, he had never lied to her.

In Nathan's last message, he had reassured Mila to wait for his return. Hence, she was certain he would keep his word.

"We couldn't locate him!" shouted the diver resurfacing from the riverbed.

"Continue the search," the leader above commanded. "Deploy additional divers if necessary. We must find him."

her face. With trembling hands, she wiped away the tears,

own eyes filling with sadness. "Mila, General Morrison hasn't been found yet.

smile, masking her inner turmoil. "It's alright. He's not

there, then where could he

Mila was struggling to keep herself composed. It seemed like Mila was deceiving herself, refusing to confront the truth out of fear. She gently guided Mila back to the

her face, taking a deep breath to compose herself. She discreetly wiped away her tears and

remained silent, accompanying Mila as they entered the car and drove back

clothes, removed her makeup, and treated

refuge in Jasper's room, cradling him as they nestled together

into a deep slumber. Even upon waking, she found herself lacking the motivation to move or even eat, trapped in a fog of drowsiness. The maternity nurse tended to

30 hours, Mila slept fitfully, her body devoid of sustenance as

clung to the belief that Nathan would return when she awakened, envisioning him coming to her

sleep, Mila's body grew weaker, drained by the

her semi-conscious state, she faintly registered the sound of Phoebe's tearful

up.