The Wrong Woman

Beneath the cloak of night, where stars hid behind a shroud of darkness, everything seemed trapped in a nightmare. The wailing sirens of police cars and ambulances pierced the tranquil silence.

Mila and Phoebe were ushered onto separate ambulances.

Mila's abdomen was seized by relentless waves of agony, pushing her to the edge of despair. Yet, her physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish in her heart, an endless cycle of fear and disappointment.

At this dire moment, with both her and her baby facing the gravest danger, Mila found herself utterly alone. Nathan, whom she depended on and loved deeply, now remained silent, tending to another woman's needs.

It was a painful echo of the past, reminiscent of the time when she and the impostor Sally had fallen into the pool together, and Nathan had chosen to save the other woman. The sting of that betrayal pierced her soul.

As Mila was ushered into the delivery room, she found herself surrounded by urgent conversations between doctors and nurses. Before her eyes was a commotion, and in her ears was a buzzing cacophony.

Tears flowed down her cheeks while blood seeped from her lower abdomen. Her heart endured relentless stabbing pains, each contraction intensifying the agony.

"Where's your husband?"

"Where are your family members?"

will sign the

your family. Your condition is critical. How many months

she struggled amidst the uncontrollable tremble to unlock her phone and handed it over to the nurse with

delivery room. Each contraction

pain and uncertainty,

the nurse returned her phone, Mila dialed Nathan's number with her last ounce

her face as she gasped for breath, praying for him to answer, yearning for him to come to her aid. Yet, all she received was the

room, doctors buzzed

she realized the severity of her condition.

arrived?" The doctor impatiently questioned the

way," the nurse

"You're seven months

one to sign the papers. How can we proceed with surgery? We can't

urgently, "We can't wait any