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.

Mila. To their surprise, he

close-knit community,

and gossiping about it. Opinions varied widely, and

had been gone for six months, and her pregnancy didn't seem to fit that timeline, suggesting that the baby might be someone

became more and more embellished as it circulated. Eventually, outsiders were discussing it as if it were an undeniable truth, even though those involved remained silent. The situation continued to simmer for the next two

it all, Nathan never contacted Mila. He continued to work as

became more and more convinced

subside. She

superiors to take good care of her and to make sure

chilly, but the heat inside the room kept it

black short-sleeved shirt, Nathan completed 300 push-ups. His body glistened with

the sweat from his face with a towel before making his way to the door. As the door swung open,

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