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 voice trembling.

at her for a moment before

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

Nathan seized her wrist and yanked it forcefully away, casting

sharp pain jolting through her wrist as she

gaze falling on his now naked body, his face turning pale with anger. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around

roared. The sound

cried out, "It's me, Chubs,

told you

In that

everyheart-wrenching moment,

fell apart. Mila couldn't

wrong. Nathan had never been so

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

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 I? Even

shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful chuckle. "Nate, I'm not Fenna. I'm

Nathan retorted, "I don't care who you are. You have two minutes to get dressed and leave, or

but feel

How should she handle