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.

fixed on the grand

the darkness as a luxury car

car and before he could

voice choked

joy and concern. It was nearing four in the

rushed into his embrace, her arms circled

in turn, wrapped his arms

height difference, Mila's feet left the ground. Her entire body was enveloped in the warmth of Nathan's

eyes brimmed with tears,

warmth of her body, the depth of her care evident in her eyes. The intensity of her concern allowed him to

hesitation, he sealed the moment

garage, discreetly

was taken aback by Nathan's sudden kiss. Initially evading, she soon found herself overwhelmed by Nathan's intense embrace. Her hands

the long absence of such

felt as though she was breathless, fearing Nathan might consume her with