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.

that I lack desire, but your body's rejecting me. Your

heart ached. She clenched the bedding tightly, biting

she let her emotions control her so easily. Despite everything, she found herself pitying Nathan. Should she forgive him? If they stayed married, Nathan would be her husband and the father of

mind was in chaos. She battled with herself, unable to respond to him. Before she realized it, exhaustion took over, and she drifted off

Mila woke up to find herself alone

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

must return to the military base for something important. It might take around a week. Make sure you rest up, stay indoors,

a while. She didn't want to close it or respond.

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

for him never wavered. Every action of his still tugged at her heartstrings. The void in her heart must have been because she was missing him. Mila dropped her phone lifelessly, sank into her bed, and buried herself under the

at home, delved into research, and picked up new knowledge. Now and