The Wrong Woman

Within the confines of a narrow cell, a gentle stream of sunlight filtered through the window.

Mila lay at the edge of the bed, slipping into a deep slumber. Her hand clasped Nathan's palm tightly. The sun's rays bathed her side, casting a comforting warmth around her.

Nathan slowly opened his eyes, feeling feeble and weak. He glanced at the dilapidated ceiling before surveying his surroundings. A bitterness curled his lips. Despite having ventured through the death, he found himself back in this cursed place.

Sensing his hand being held, Nathan lifted his head and found Mila. His body stiffened in shock. He never wanted to bring her into such danger. Nathan struggled to move, hoping it was all just his dream.

Mila stirred awake at his movements. Seeing Nathan alive, she couldn't contain her excitement, rising to her feet and reaching for his forehead. "Nate, you're awake, finally."

In an instant, Nathan realized this was no dream. Grabbing Mila's wrist, anger surged within him. "Why are you here?"

Mila leaned in, disregarding his question, and gently inquired, "You've been unconscious for two days. Are you feeling alright?”

body, Nathan forcefully pushed himself up, his tone stern. "Tell

hesitated, struggling to find the

fear and concern for Mila's safety. He wasn't afraid of death, but her

roar of anger, Nathan exclaimed, "Chubs, have you

a level of fury Mila had never seen from Nathan. Tears blurred her vision instantly as fear and trepidation consumed

"Yes, I've lost it. If it weren't for me finding you,

"I'd rather be dead than have

voice. She let go of Nathan's hand,

the reality of their confinement sank in. With guards outside, she could only

Nathan was angry because he was worried about her safety, but his

unsteadily, his hand bracing against the bedside table before he stumbled to the ground Ignoring her