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.

pulled back, her voice trembling. "Nate, are

at her for a

touched his flushed cheek. "I'm so sorry.

an instant, Nathan seized her wrist and yanked it

pain jolting through her wrist as

body, his face turning pale with anger. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around

out!" Nathan roared. The sound of

distressed, Mila cried out, "It's me, Chubs, your

told you to

In that

everyheart-wrenching moment,

fell apart. Mila couldn't

wrong. Nathan had

Or because she hadn't taken care of him properly, leaving him vulnerable to

going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice

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

don't care who you are. You have two minutes to get dressed and

help but

should she handle a husband so