The Wrong Woman

Chapter 643

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.

pulled back, her voice trembling. "Nate,

stared at her for a moment before uttering,

nod, Mila's eyes welled up as she softly touched his flushed cheek. "I'm so sorry. I almost let something terrible

her wrist and

through her wrist as she barely held

He grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself and staggered into the bathroom. "Nate, what's wrong?"

Nathan roared. The sound of running water then followed

cried out, "It's me, Chubs,

told you to

what she had done wrong. Nathan had never been so harsh with her before.

it because she arrived late? Or because she hadn't taken care of

and growing anxiety, she called out, "Nate, please, what's going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice lashed out, "Damn it, how drugged am I? Even your voice sounds

delirious words. After a moment of shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful chuckle. "Nate, I'm not Fenna.

You

feel a mix of amusement and despair. How should she handle a husband so

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