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.

it's not that I lack desire, but your body's rejecting me. Your

ached. She clenched the bedding tightly, biting her lip to

she forgive him? If they stayed married, Nathan would be

to respond to him.

up to find herself alone in bed.

phone and checked the time, seeing a message from Nathan waiting for her. Sitting

rest up, stay indoors, and don't go investigating Avery by yourself. If you need anything, just

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

didn't want to acknowledge her love or care for Nathan. She forcefully

by him, her love for him never wavered. Every action of his still tugged at her heartstrings. The void in her heart

continued to rest at home, delved into research, and picked up new