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."

were dull and hollow, and his face was marked with sorrow. His desire was never to marry and have

weakly against the couch. He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and covered

closet, he grabbed a coat and put

cast a warm yellow

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

in her worries and had gone straight to Nathan after her return

knew that a man as remarkable as Nathan surely had many options and wasn't destined to marry her. She placed her hands on her stomach and looked up at the sky

welled up in her eyes as she silently apologized to her

someone draped a cloak over her shoulders from behind. She was

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

me walk