The Wrong Woman

After lunch, as Mila was about to leave for the hospital, Wendy cornered her for a chat.

"Mila, is Nate seeing someone else?" Wendy asked, her tone laced with mystery.

"No, absolutely not!" Mila was caught off guard.

Wendy arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Something feels off. He acts so jittery around you and cares about you, but your attitude toward him seems distant, especially since you had the baby. There must be some issues between you two!"

Mila smiled, feeling pressured to protect Nathan's reputation. She quickly explained, "Nathan isn't having an affair, Wendy, please don't overthink."

"Why, then?"

"It's all in the past." Mila didn't want to dwell on it as it was a matter between her and Nathan.

Wendy sighed, "It's okay if you're not ready to discuss it. But let me offer you some advice: try to be more understanding.

leave everything behind like Taylor can. He can't be by

rather than later. He's committed to the nation, comrades, and people. He can't belong to you alone, do you

profound realization, surpassing any lesson years of experience might offer. Mila hadn't expected Wendy's depth of insight, perhaps it stemmed from Wendy's age and the wisdom cultivated through

sudden, Mila felt a weight lift

unfaithful. His responsibilities compelled him to leave Mila. He rescued Fenna because they were comrades. Ignoring Mila's calls and turning off his phone wasn't his intention. He didn't make

and said, "Thank

proudly while patting her chest.

"All right, I'll come to you when

shoulder and said,

house and settled into

for a

time, Mila refrained from saying thank you. She avoided seeming too formal and

from the doctor, Nathan and Mila finished the discharge paperwork

dotted his forehead, and he was afraid to breathe too hard. He was worried he might mishandle his