The Wrong Woman

“Nate, please say something," Fenna demanded impatiently.

Nathan snapped back into reality. He dropped his head and took a deep breath, trying to release the tension in his chest.

Fenna's tone softened, and she sounded genuinely concerned when she added, "I promised to stop interfering in your romantic affairs, but we're not just working together.

"We've been friends for more than ten years. I can't stand by while you're in trouble without helping you."

Confused, Cole interjected, "Ms. Hudson, what does Wanda's pregnancy have to do with General Morrison?"

"Given the timing of her pregnancy, the baby is not Nate's. And yet, she's still trying to get him involved in this. She must have an ulterior motive," Fenna explained.

"Are you saying Ms. Hoffis plans to claim General Morrison as the father?" Cole asked in a shocked tone.

Fenna leaned closer to Nathan with her hands on the table. "Come on, Nate. Say something!"

With a stoic expression, Nathan rose from his seat and made his way to the door.

Cole hurried to follow him. They assumed he was going to find Mila. To their surprise, he

military base was like a close-knit community,

about it. Opinions varied

months,

as if it were an undeniable truth, even though those

He continued to work as usual, though he seemed

and more convinced that Wanda was pregnant and Nathan wasn't the baby's

Fenna's worries began to subside. She even felt a twinge of

good care of her and to make

unexpectedly chilly, but the heat

in a thin black short-sleeved shirt, Nathan completed 300 push-ups. His body glistened with sweat as he continued

knock on the door. He wiped the sweat from his face with a towel before

for a moment as he stared intently at Mila. Whether it was from his recent workout or from the fact that Mila was approaching him willingly, his heart was racing,