The Wrong Woman

"What about you?" Nathan asked.

"My kindness toward you once brought me ten years of lovesickness. Do you think I'm more resilient now that I should enjoy a taste of sweetness only to endure a lifetime of agony?"

Hearing his words, Mila lowered her head slowly. She bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold back her tears.

She wished she could erase her memories, to return to being just Suzanne, the woman whose heart and gaze belonged solely to Nathan, the woman who only dreamed of being his wife.

She longed for a simpler life, free from the burdens of duty, where her heart could be filled with pure love, and to live a simple life with Nathan. But the reality was harsh. Nathan had his responsibilities, and she had hers.

With tears tracing her cheeks, Mila silently brushed past Nathan and left Sudvilla.

In less than half a minute, Nathan grew anxious. He rushed outside, his steps purposeful. He glimpsed Mila walking along the avenue in the front yard. Catching up to her swiftly, he reached out and grasped her hand.

sky, bathed in the warm glow of streetlights, Mila wiped away her tears

and his expression was tense. However, with a softened tone, he said, "It's late, and it will be dangerous for you to

nodded silently in

Nathan instructed before

later, he returned, driving his car. Mila climbed into

while neon signs illuminated the roads. Inside the car, darkness enveloped them, broken only by the fleeting shadows cast by passing streetlights. Silence hung heavy between them, and the tension

Manor, Mila finally broke the silence. "Nate, if I never return, would you marry another woman and have kids?" Nathan

and yet surprising. If she couldn't

root like a painful thorn. She wondered if Nathan would truly