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.

lifted her off the ground, his lips finding

that by morning, the effects of the drug would have faded. To her surprise, Nathan had merely held back, with no intention of dissipating any of

exhausting themselves until Mila felt her body grow limp and her limbs weak, succumbing to sleep. They had their meals

The police questioned Nathan about pressing charges. If he chose to, Fenna would

and Cameron sat across from Fenna. She looked downcast and worn out, her

spoke with a voice thick with sorrow, "Fenna, why did you do this? What were you thinking? Nate doesn't love you, he truly doesn't! When will you realize

do you want to see him suffer? How can you be so selfish? "You claim

life, jeopardizing his marriage. It's clear, you wish him harm! You want him to suffer, yet you claim to love him?

I can't believe I was so foolish. I know I've made a mistake!" Cameron

head on the table, her tears

of contemplation, Nathan spoke calmly,