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 voice trembling. "Nate, are you

stared at her for a

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

wrist and yanked it forcefully away,

wrist as she barely held on to

naked body, his face turning pale with anger. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself and staggered into the bathroom. "Nate, what's wrong?" Mila,

sound of

cried

told you

everything fell apart. Mila couldn't fathom what she had done wrong. Nathan

she arrived late? Or because she hadn't taken care of him properly,

anxiety, she called out, "Nate, please, what's going on? Why are

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

are. You have two minutes to get dressed and leave, or

despair. How should she