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.

her

stared at her for a moment before uttering,

she softly touched his flushed cheek. "I'm so sorry. I almost let something terrible happen to

instant, Nathan seized her wrist and yanked it forcefully away,

winced, the sharp pain jolting through her wrist as she barely held on to

grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself and

The sound of running water then

distressed, Mila cried

told you to

heart-wrenching moment, everything fell apart. Mila couldn't fathom what she had done wrong. Nathan had

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

what's going on? Why are

a moment of shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful chuckle.

don't care who you are. You have two minutes to get

couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and despair. How should she handle a husband