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.

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

by morning, the effects of the drug would have faded. To her surprise, Nathan had merely held back, with no intention of dissipating any of

weak, succumbing to sleep. They had their meals delivered to the room. Meanwhile, at the police station, Fenna remained

The police questioned Nathan about pressing charges. If he chose to, Fenna would face imprisonment. While the sentence might not be long, it would tarnish her record permanently, ending any chance of a

the interrogation room, Nathan and Cameron sat across from Fenna.

his tears, spoke with 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 realize

a family, a wife, and a child. Do you genuinely wish him well, or do you

love him, but is this how you show it?

him harm! You want him

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

face the consequences on your own. I can't help