The Wrong Woman

Nathan couldn't fathom the consequences of the adhesion between the placenta and the uterine wall. With haste, he reached for his phone, eager to search online for answers.

Mila promptly stopped him, her tone reassuring. "Don't look it up. The internet is full of scaremongering. There's nothing to worry about."

Nathan's heart weighed heavy, his arm instinctively pulling her closer and planting a tender kiss on her forehead. "I've missed another check-up. I'm failing as a husband and father."

Mila's voice softened. "It's okay. I don't blame you. But when I'm giving birth, I need you by my side."

Nathan clasped her hand, bringing it tenderly to his lips. "I'll be there for you and our child, I promise."

"No matter how busy you are, I want you to witness our baby's first moments. And I hope the first person I see after leaving the delivery room is you." "I promise you, I'll never leave your side on the delivery day."

With a contented smile, Mila closed her eyes and leaned into his warm embrace. Nathan held her closer, enveloping her in his arms.

phone rang. Mila picked it up and saw Fenna's name flashing on the screen. In that instant, all happiness seemed diluted as she handed Nathan

tried to pull away from Mila gently, whispering, "I need

her expression sour. "Is there something I shouldn't hear? Take

a sigh, Nathan caressed her head gently and put the

cries filled the air. "Nate, help

darkened, tension coursing through

for help, Mila promptly stood up, making

voice. "What's going on?

moment, Cole emerged, his eyes fixed

Morrison,