The Wrong Woman

Nathan was in a daze. He slumped forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm the storm of emotions inside him.

After a few moments, he lifted his head to look at Mila with reddened eyes.

He asked bitterly, "Wanda Hoffis, what do you think of me? You treat me like a convenience. You reach out to me when you need me and shut me out when you don't.

"And now, you're telling me that you want to marry me. Do you really think I, Nathan Morrison, am only meant to marry you?"

His words of lament weighed heavily on Mila's heart. She felt a deep sadness that seemed to affect even the baby in her womb. It began to kick violently.

“I'm sorry,” Mila apologized sincerely.

She stood up, put on her scarf and gloves, and added, "I didn't give it enough thought. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

the door, leaving Nathan alone on the couch. His eyes were dull and hollow, and his face was marked with sorrow. His desire was never

slumped weakly against the couch. He tipped his head back,

seconds later, he jumped to his feet. After running to the closet, he grabbed a coat and put it on. Then, he grabbed

cold and eerily quiet. It seemed like a deserted town. The street lamps cast a warm yellow glow

heavy sense of gloom as she walked under the streetlights. She deeply regretted what she had

out differently if she hadn't been so wrapped up in her worries and had gone straight

surely had many options and wasn't destined to marry her. She placed

she silently apologized to her

she turned, someone draped a cloak over her shoulders from behind. She was startled momentarily but was relieved to see that it

dorm. You don't have to walk me," Mila said. She lowered her head to

Let me walk