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.

aback, Mila pulled back, her

her for

welled up as she softly touched his flushed cheek.

seized her wrist and yanked it forcefully away, casting

the sharp pain jolting through her wrist as she barely held on to the

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

roared. The sound

distressed, Mila cried out, "It's

told you

In that

everyheart-wrenching moment,

fell apart. Mila couldn't

Nathan had never

taken care of him properly, leaving him vulnerable to Fenna's

"Nate, please, what's going on? Why are you

of shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful chuckle. "Nate,

care who you are. You have two

help but

she handle a husband so fiercely