The Wrong Woman

Over and over, Fenna played out the same narrative, and Mila had reached her limit.

Cameron led Fenna away with the police.

Cole carried Nathan, while Mila and Phoebe guided him out of the motel.

The night seemed destined for endless torment.

Unable to take Nathan, who was deeply ensnared in a drug-induced slumber, home with her, Mila chose to stay at the hotel.

Cole returned home with Phoebe.

In the quiet stillness of the early morning, Mila tenderly wiped Nathan's feverish body, trying to cool his soaring temperature.

Despite his drug-induced sleep, he appeared restless, as if the drug still held him in its grip. Mila pondered if easing some of his tension might offer him some relief.

She undressed them both and leaned in to kiss Nathan softly, positioning herself above him.

Just as she prepared to close the distance between them, Nathan's eyes snapped open.

back, her

her for a

up as she softly touched his flushed cheek. "I'm so sorry. I

instant, Nathan seized her wrist and yanked it forcefully

the sharp pain jolting through her wrist as she barely held

a blanket to wrap around himself and staggered into the bathroom. "Nate, what's wrong?" Mila, covering herself with another blanket,

The sound of running water then

lost and distressed, Mila cried

told you to

fathom what she had

arrived late? Or because she hadn't taken care of him properly, leaving him vulnerable to Fenna's

growing anxiety, she called out, "Nate, please, what's going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice

taken aback by his delirious words. After a moment of shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful

You have two minutes to get dressed and leave, or you'll

help but feel a mix of amusement and despair. How should she handle a husband so fiercely guarding