The Wrong Woman

Mila set her phone aside, pulling the covers up to sleep.

The next morning greeted her with a refreshed feeling. After freshening up, she checked the time and felt it was the right moment to check on Nathan.

As she opened the door, she was taken aback to find Nathan standing there, still and silent, blocking her path. Their eyes met, and she found herself taken aback yet again.

A soft smile graced Nathan's lips, his eyes clear but tinged with a touch of resignation.

"Are you fully awake now?" Mila teased lightly.

"Is it really you?"

"Yes, did you think I was some sort of imagination?"

"With how I felt yesterday, it wouldn't have been surprising," Nathan admitted.

feeling

"Yeah," he replied.

behind them. He lifted her off the ground, his lips finding hers as he carried her to

assumed that by morning, the effects of the drug would have faded. To her surprise, Nathan had merely held back,

passionate morning in the motel room, exhausting themselves until Mila felt her body grow limp and her limbs weak, succumbing to sleep. They had their meals delivered to the room. Meanwhile, at the police station, Fenna remained detained for

charges. If he chose to, Fenna would face imprisonment. While the sentence might not be long, it would tarnish her record permanently, ending any

interrogation room, Nathan and Cameron sat across from Fenna. She looked downcast

his tears, spoke with a voice thick with sorrow, "Fenna, why did you do this? What were you thinking? Nate doesn't

and a child. Do you genuinely wish him well, or do you want to see him suffer? How can you be so selfish? "You claim to love him, but is this how

wish him harm! You want him to suffer, yet you

was so foolish. I know I've made a mistake!" Cameron sighed deeply, rubbing his temples and lowering his

head on the table, her tears

a moment of contemplation, Nathan spoke calmly, "I'll give