The Wrong Woman

Mila set her phone aside, pulling the covers up to sleep.

The next morning greeted her with a refreshed feeling. After freshening up, she checked the time and felt it was the right moment to check on Nathan.

As she opened the door, she was taken aback to find Nathan standing there, still and silent, blocking her path. Their eyes met, and she found herself taken aback yet again.

A soft smile graced Nathan's lips, his eyes clear but tinged with a touch of resignation.

"Are you fully awake now?" Mila teased lightly.

"Is it really you?"

"Yes, did you think I was some sort of imagination?"

"With how I felt yesterday, it wouldn't have been surprising," Nathan admitted.

feeling well?" Mila

"Yeah," he replied.

closing the door behind them. He lifted her off the ground, his lips finding hers as

the drug would have faded. To her surprise, Nathan had merely held

Mila felt her body grow limp and her limbs weak, succumbing to sleep. They had their meals delivered to the room. Meanwhile, at the police station, Fenna remained detained for the entire day, with no sign of

her. The police questioned Nathan about pressing charges. If he chose to, Fenna would face

and Cameron sat across from Fenna. She looked downcast and worn out, her spirit

a voice thick with sorrow, "Fenna, why did you do this? What were you thinking? Nate doesn't love you, he truly doesn't! When will you

wife, and a child. Do you genuinely wish him well, or do you want to see him suffer? How can you be

is this how you show it? What have you done that shows your wish for

his family life, jeopardizing his marriage. It's clear, you wish him harm! You want him to suffer, yet you claim to love him? Your

Fenna's face as she sobbed, "I'm sorry, Cam. I'm sorry, Nate. I was wrong! I don't know what came over me. I can't believe

the consequences on your own.