The Wrong Woman

The ambiguity in the air grew thicker.

Sienna's lips throbbed, swollen from Daniel's kisses. His hands tugged at the neckline of her dress, his lips trailing down, devouring her with fervent, unrelenting passion.

Though Sienna yearned to break free, her body, weakened and trembling from his touch, betrayed her. She lacked the strength to push him away.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Unable to push away Daniel's strong frame, the thought of his indifference and lack of love for her, yet still treating her this way, stung deeply and pierced Sienna's heart like needles. Her breath hitched, her voice breaking with a sob. "Please, let me go!"

Daniel paused and buried his face in her shoulder. He panted, his breath hot and ragged against her neck.

At that moment, a voice filled with sorrow broke through the air. "I'm sorry."

As he regained his senses, he realized how harshly and irrationally he behaved, which shocked him. Because of Sienna, he had lost control.

His simple apology broke Sienna's resolve, and tears streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry, Sienna," Daniel murmured again, his voice heavy with regret. He stepped back, giving her space.

Regaining her composure, Sienna pushed against his chest, forcing him to stumble back a few steps. Without waiting for an explanation, she ran toward the inn with tears blurring her vision. Frustrated, Daniel ran his hands through his hair. He walked toward the wall and leaned his forehead against it, his eyes shut in agony.

A year had passed, and he still couldn't let go. He felt like he was losing his mind.

...

After the wedding, Nathan took Mila and Jasper on a honeymoon trip.

Upon returning to work, Daniel immediately submitted his resignation. His superiors thought he was insane, persistently trying to talk him out of it and returning his resignation letter each time. His colleague, Ryan Campbell, was particularly shocked.

Ryan couldn't fathom why Daniel, of all people, would be resigning. He found Daniel and angrily demanded, "What's wrong with you? Why are you quitting? Do you have a terminal illness?"

"No," came Daniel's answer.

"Then why?"

"I don't want to do this anymore."

"Have you lost your mind?" Ryan couldn't believe him. "You've been chasing a major case for years. That drug lord who almost killed you is still out there. Could you really walk away like this?"

Daniel carefully organized his unfinished cases, categorizing and summarizing them for an easy handover. "From now on, it'll be your job to continue the pursuit

Ryan, who had been Daniel's friend and colleague for over a decade, knew his passion and sense of honor. He couldn't understand why Daniel would give it up. Handing the files to Ryan, Daniel met his friend's angry gaze.

Ryan threw the documents back onto the desk and said, "If you don't explain, you won't get to resign don't care what the higher-ups say; I don't approve."

Daniel glanced at his watch. It was already past working hours. He pulled out his phone and car keys, standing up.

Looking at Ryan, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "If your mother-in-law made you choose between your job and your wife, what would you do?"

Ryan scoffed, "My mother-in-law supports my job. She's proud of what I do. She'd never make me choose."

Daniel sighed, defeated. "A year ago, my girlfriend's mother made me choose. I chose my career. Now, I regret it."

Ryan was stunned. "You had a girlfriend? Since when? Who was she?"

Daniel ignored him and walked out. Ryan followed, peppering him with questions. "Why didn't you tell me? Aren't we friends?"

"We broke up."

"Because of her mother?"

"Yeah."

"Did you ever ask your ex-girlfriend? Maybe she supported your career and didn't mind at all?"