The Wrong Woman

Mila entered Cole's car and arrived at the scene of the accident, located on the overpass just over ten minutes away from the wedding venue. Below them flowed a river, its depths concealed from view.

The recovery vessel had already hoisted the car from the water. Meanwhile, the divers continued their search for Nathan beneath the surface. Traffic police were busy with their duties, questioning witnesses and examining surveillance footage.

Mila stood silently beside the railing, clutching it tightly, her hands sweaty. The pain in her heart dulled her senses, leaving her feeling hollow.

It felt as if she had forgotten the very rhythm of her breath, as though time itself had halted in its tracks.

Amidst the eerie silence, with no signs of life in sight, her mind echoed with emptiness, her legs quivering and feeble, sustained solely by sheer determination. Despite the turmoil in her heart and the tears welling in her eyes, Mila resisted the urge to cry.

As long as Nathan's body hadn't been recovered, she clung to the hope that he was still alive. After all, he had never lied to her.

In Nathan's last message, he had reassured Mila to wait for his return. Hence, she was certain he would keep his word.

"We couldn't locate him!" shouted the diver resurfacing from the riverbed.

commanded. "Deploy additional divers if necessary. We

ached with pain as tears streamed down her face. With trembling hands, she wiped away the tears, her legs unsteady as she turned slowly. "Phoebe, could you

own eyes filling with sadness. "Mila, General Morrison hasn't been found yet.

a smile, masking her inner turmoil. "It's

not down there, then where could

finished his errands," Mila replied, her smile strained as tears filled her eyes. Her legs felt

even more. She sensed that Mila was struggling to keep herself composed. It seemed like Mila was deceiving herself, refusing to confront the truth out of fear. She gently guided Mila back to the car,

a deep breath to compose herself. She discreetly wiped away her tears

remained silent, accompanying Mila as they entered the car and drove

her clothes, removed her

her thoughts vacant, she sought refuge in Jasper's room, cradling him as they nestled together in

effort to wake her, slipping further into a deep slumber. Even upon waking, she found herself lacking the motivation to move or even eat, trapped in a fog of drowsiness. The maternity nurse tended to Jasper, feeding

over 30 hours, Mila slept fitfully, her body devoid of sustenance as she refused to eat

she awakened,