The Wrong Woman

Mila woke up at 6:00 am before the sun rose. Even though she was still sleepy, she freshened up and got ready to leave.

When she opened the door, she found Nathan waiting outside. He was dressed for the occasion, wearing a sharp black suit that made him look more elegant than usual.

"Good morning,” Nathan greeted her warmly.

Mila looked down at her coat and felt that she wasn't as well dressed as he was. "Shall I change my outfit, General Morrison?"

"It's okay," Nathan reassured her.

He held her hand as they left. He didn't let go of her hand the whole way, as if he was afraid that she was going to change her mind. He held her hand on the plane and even after their landing.

They arrived at City Hall, where they were given priority registration because it was a military wedding. They quickly completed the paperwork. Mila was still half asleep when they finally got the marriage certificate.

The soft light of dawn enveloped them as they walked out of City Hall. Nathan held out his hand to Mila and said, "I'll hold this for you."

"Why should you hold mine when we both have our marriage certificates? I don't want that,” Mila replied. She didn't want the hassle of asking for it every time she wanted to see it.

away, took her hand, and led her to

headed?" Mila asked curiously. Nathan stopped in his tracks and turned to her. “Is this marriage

course, not,"

annoyed, Nathan asked gently, “Then why

stood before Nathan. She reached for his other hand before looking up at him. "Can we keep our marriage secret for some time?" she asked. "I don't want anyone, especially

kind of

loves you deeply and is almost obsessed with you. She's willing

but Mila cut

you trust a

a secret. I'll arrange

held the marriage certificate before him. "We've both got certificates. Are you afraid that I'll run

before," Nathan shot

and felt a tightening in her stomach. Her eyebrows furrowed in unease as she clutched

quickly supported Mila's waist while gently