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. "Nate, are

her for a moment

welled up as she softly touched his flushed cheek.

and yanked it forcefully away,

wrist

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

roared. The sound

and distressed, Mila cried out,

you

In that

everyheart-wrenching moment,

fell apart. Mila couldn't

Nathan had never been so

she arrived late? Or because she hadn't taken care of

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,

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

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

couldn't help but

How should she handle a husband so fiercely guarding