The Wrong Woman

Over and over, Fenna played out the same narrative, and Mila had reached her limit.

Cameron led Fenna away with the police.

Cole carried Nathan, while Mila and Phoebe guided him out of the motel.

The night seemed destined for endless torment.

Unable to take Nathan, who was deeply ensnared in a drug-induced slumber, home with her, Mila chose to stay at the hotel.

Cole returned home with Phoebe.

In the quiet stillness of the early morning, Mila tenderly wiped Nathan's feverish body, trying to cool his soaring temperature.

Despite his drug-induced sleep, he appeared restless, as if the drug still held him in its grip. Mila pondered if easing some of his tension might offer him some relief.

She undressed them both and leaned in to kiss Nathan softly, positioning herself above him.

Just as she prepared to close the distance between them, Nathan's eyes snapped open.

her

stared at her for a moment

flushed cheek. "I'm so sorry. I almost let something terrible happen

seized her wrist and

her wrist as she barely held on to

pale with anger. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself and staggered into the bathroom. "Nate, what's wrong?" Mila, covering herself with another blanket, rushed to the bathroom door

roared. The sound of running

lost and distressed, Mila cried

you

In that

everyheart-wrenching moment,

fell apart. Mila couldn't

what she had done wrong. Nathan had never been so harsh with her

late? Or because she hadn't taken care of him properly,

welled in Mila's eyes. Lost in her thoughts and growing anxiety, she called out, "Nate, please, what's going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice lashed out, "Damn it, how drugged am

After a moment of shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful chuckle. "Nate, I'm

don't care who you are. You

but feel a

should she handle a husband so fiercely guarding