The Wrong Woman

Battling her restless anxiety, Mila endured a sleepless night, her heart filled with anticipation.

As the second day dawned, Nathan was still nowhere to be seen.

Hesitant to disturb him with a call, Mila found herself trapped in a torturous cycle of hope and apprehension.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly and each passing second weighed heavily on her. Her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the door, longing for Nathan's return. Yet, he remained absent.

By the late hours of the third day, Mila stumbled upon breaking news while scrolling through her phone. A fierce gun battle had erupted at Memorial Heights, with residents capturing the chaos on video and sharing it online.

The darkness of the night concealed the faces, leaving only the echoing sounds of gunfire.

Driven by overwhelming concern, Mila dialed Nathan's number, only to be greeted by the automated message indicating his phone was switched off.

She tossed her phone aside and sank onto her bed in discouragement. Her heart was heavy with oppressive dread as if caught in a whirlwind of worry.

At three in the morning, Mila was still wide awake.

with cold wind brushing against her. Her eyes fixed on the

car entered the villa. Mila immediately dashed into the house

stepped out of the car and before he could

Mila's voice choked

and concern. It was nearing

react, Mila rushed into his embrace, her arms circled

turn, wrapped his arms around her

feet left the ground. Her entire

with tears,

word, Nathan felt the soft warmth of her body, the depth of her care

he sealed the moment with a deep

drove toward the garage, discreetly leaving space for

herself overwhelmed by Nathan's intense embrace. Her hands instinctively cradled his head as they

of such intimacy, Nathan appeared to lose his

Mila felt as though she was breathless,