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.

obligations are unique. He can't just leave everything behind like Taylor can. He can't be by your

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

words hit her with a 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

felt a weight lift

Mila. He rescued Fenna because they were comrades. Ignoring Mila's calls and turning

and said,

haven't been married long. If there's anything you can't handle, you can come to me," Wendy said, proudly while patting her chest. " have

smiled subtly and nodded. "All right, I'll come to you

and

settled into the car

get cold, Nathan reached behind for a blanket and draped it

from saying thank you. She avoided seeming

from the doctor, Nathan and Mila finished the discharge

his son, Nathan felt an overwhelming wave of nervousness. His hands trembled, sweat dotted his forehead, and he was afraid to breathe too