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.

pulled back, her voice trembling. "Nate, are you

for a moment

touched his flushed

Nathan seized her wrist and

jolting through her wrist as

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, covering herself with another blanket, rushed to

sound

distressed, Mila cried

you

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

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

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 like

shock, she couldn't suppress

are. You

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