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.

brushing against her. Her eyes fixed on the grand iron gate leading to the

headlights pierced the darkness as a luxury car entered the villa. Mila

and before he

voice choked with

of joy and concern. It was nearing four

her arms circled his neck, and

in turn, wrapped his arms

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

with tears, her gaze

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

moment with a deep and passionate

toward the garage, discreetly leaving space for

soon found herself overwhelmed by Nathan's intense embrace. Her

to the long absence of such intimacy, Nathan appeared

was breathless, fearing Nathan might consume her with his