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.

In that instant, all happiness seemed diluted as she handed Nathan the phone with

away from Mila gently, whispering, "I need to

there something I shouldn't hear? Take it here,

caressed her head gently

cries filled the air. "Nate,

darkened, tension coursing through

for help, Mila promptly stood

Nathan stood, urgency tinged his voice. "What's going

Cole emerged, his eyes fixed

by a stranger's voice. "Nebula Plaza, top floor. General Morrison, if you don't arrive