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.

not feeling

"Yeah," he replied.

gently ushered her into the room, closing the door behind them. He lifted her off the ground, his lips finding hers as he carried

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

Mila felt her body grow limp and her limbs weak, succumbing to sleep. They had

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

from Fenna. She looked downcast

his tears, spoke with a voice thick with sorrow, "Fenna, why did you do this? What were you thinking? Nate doesn't love

I help you? Why would you target Nate? He has a family, a wife, and a child. Do you genuinely wish him well, or do you want to see him suffer? How can you be so

you show it? What have

family life, jeopardizing his marriage. It's clear, you wish him harm! You want

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

consequences on your own. I can't