The Wrong Woman

"It's been 42 days. If you're feeling the urge, feel free to act on it." Mila's voice echoed in the darkness, devoid of any emotion.

To Mila, the reason Nathan insisted she sleep in the master bedroom and share his bed was simply to fulfill her role as his wife. She believed he had reached his limit.

Upon hearing her words, Nathan froze. Emotions surged within him, but sadness seemed to outweigh them all. He lay motionless, his hand skimming over the mattress until it found Mila's. He longed to hold her.

Yet, as his fingers brushed against hers, she recoiled and placed her over her chest.

A bitter taste filled Nathan's mouth. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes. Then, he murmured, "It's late. Go to sleep."

Mila eyed him suspiciously. Each morning, his intense morning wood was unmistakable as if he was on the verge of giving in to his desire at any moment. She couldn't understand why he refused her offer. With a puzzled expression, Mila turned away and closed her eyes.

Nathan shifted away from her, his voice carrying a seductive depth yet gentle tone. "To me, the true essence of intimacy between spouses lies in mutual enjoyment. If one doesn't find pleasure, it reduces to a mere primal urge.

your body's rejecting me. Your indifference cuts

the bedding tightly, biting her lip to hold back the

control her so easily. Despite everything, she found herself pitying Nathan. Should she forgive

in chaos. She battled with herself, unable to respond to him. Before she realized it,

woke up to find herself alone in

from Nathan waiting for her. Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her hair

take around a week. Make sure you rest up, stay indoors, and don't

for a while. She didn't want to close it or respond. Her mind went blank as she silently

truth, love couldn't just disappear in an instant. Mila simply didn't want to acknowledge her love or care for Nathan.

void in her heart must have been because she was missing him. Mila dropped her phone lifelessly, sank into

days after that, Mila continued to rest at home, delved into research, and picked up new knowledge. Now and then, she'd drop