The Wrong Woman

Although Fenna was enraged, she had to admit that Nathan had remarried Mila.

After locking herself in the room, Mila grabbed her phone and called Phoebe. On her wedding day, she had already informed Phoebe about her marriage to Nathan.

Phoebe was excited and wished her all the best. She told her to enjoy her honeymoon with Nathan. But Mila was upset by Fenna's unexpected appearance less than a week later.

When Phoebe picked up the phone, Mila sadly said, "Phoebe, can you help me book a flight? I want to get back to work."

"What's wrong? Did General Morrison give you a hard time?" Phoebe was surprised.

"Yes, not only did he give me a hard time, but he also upset me along with Fenna."

“It's Fenna again. Why can't General Morrison stay away from her?" Phoebe's voice sounded annoyed.

"He's always been like that. I regret marrying him," Mila said. Her voice choked with emotion.

"Don't be so down, Mila. General Morrison loves you a lot,” Phoebe reassured her. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Mila couldn't shake off her growing anger the more she dwelled on it. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. "I don't even trust him anymore. Fenna has free access to our home. She comes and goes as she pleases.

"She even openly questioned whether Nathan was really the baby's father and if we were rushing into marriage. I'm furious, but he hasn't even tried to defend us."

Phoebe was shocked to hear that, and anger boiled up inside her. "What? General Morrison is such a jerk? Mila, even if your family isn't there for you, remember that I am. Hang in there. I'm coming to you."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Nathan's gentle voice came through. "Wanda, open up."

Mila covered the phone and yelled at the door, "I don't want breakfast. Leave me alone and go have breakfast with your friend."

There was silence at the door.

Mila lay down on the bed, pulled the covers over herself, and resumed her conversation with Phoebe. Ever since Mila got pregnant, she had been feeling low and struggling to keep her emotions in check.

She knew that Nathan might not have any other intentions. She wouldn't have minded as much if Cole had come instead of Fenna. She was just frustrated that Nathan was always involved with Fenna.

After reading in her room for a while, Mila took a nap. Her phone rang just as she was fast asleep. She glanced at it and saw that it was Phoebe calling. It was already noon, and her stomach was growling. "Hey, Phoebe,” Mila answered the call.

"Mila, I flew in. I'm outside your place now but General Morrison ordered me to leave. He wouldn't let me come get you," Phoebe said. Mila quickly got out of bed, put on her coat, and left the room. "This is outrageous! I'm coming down."

Nathan was in the living room when Mila went downstairs. He closed his laptop when he heard her footsteps. He got up from the couch and walked over to her.

“You must be hungry, right? I'm warming up some food." Nathan reached for her hand.

Mila gently pulled her hand away and casually stated, “I'm not hungry. I'm heading back to the military base with Phoebe."

She walked past Nathan, who caught her arm from behind and held her firmly. He rested his head on her shoulder and asked softly, "Why are you so angry?"

Feeling drained emotionally, Mila responded weakly, "Nathan, it's okay if you don't want a secret marriage, but can you at least not make me worry?"

“I'm with you every day, isn't that enough to ease your worries?" Nathan closed his eyes and spoke softly while taking in her faint scent. His heart raced, and he clung to her tightly, not wanting to let her go.