The Wrong Woman

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Beneath the cloak of night, where stars hid behind a shroud of darkness, everything seemed trapped in a nightmare. The wailing sirens of police cars and ambulances pierced the tranquil silence.

Mila and Phoebe were ushered onto separate ambulances.

Mila's abdomen was seized by relentless waves of agony, pushing her to the edge of despair. Yet, her physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish in her heart, an endless cycle of fear and disappointment.

At this dire moment, with both her and her baby facing the gravest danger, Mila found herself utterly alone. Nathan, whom she depended on and loved deeply, now remained silent, tending to another woman's needs.

It was a painful echo of the past, reminiscent of the twhen she and the impostor Sally had fallen into the pool together, and Nathan had chosen to save the other woman. The sting of that betrayal pierced her soul.

As Mila was ushered into the delivery room, she found herself surrounded by urgent conversations between doctors and nurses. Before her eyes was a commotion, and in her ears was a buzzing cacophony.

Tears flowed down her cheeks while blood seeped from her lower abdomen. Her heart endured relentless stabbing pains, each contraction intensifying the agony.

"Where's your husband?"

"Where are your family members?"

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"Who will sign the documents?"

"Quick, call your family. Your condition is critical. How many months pregnant are you? Which hospital are you registered with?"

The doctor's urgent prompts added to the chaos, leaving Mila in a state of disarray. Drenched in sweat, she struggled amidst the uncontrollable tremble to unlock her phone and handed it over to the nurse with Florence's number.

She was then wheeled into the delivery room. Each contraction felt like a blow that threatened to break her spirit.

In that room of pain and uncertainty, there was no one by her side.

When the nurse returned her phone, Mila dialed Nathan's number with her last ounce of strength.

Tears streamed down her face as she gasped for breath, praying for him to answer, yearning for him to cto her aid. Yet, all she received was the cold, automated message.

Inside the delivery room, doctors buzzed around, attending to her urgent needs.

Mila watched helplessly as they hooked up blood bags. It was then she realized the severity of her condition. She was bleeding excessively, with her baby yet to be born. The situation was dire.

"Has her family arrived?" The doctor impatiently questioned the nurse.

"On their way," the nurse replied.

The doctor's voice boomed with anger. "You're seven months pregnant, and there's no one by your side?

"You're bleeding heavily, yet there's no one to sign the papers. How can we proceed with surgery? We can't risk it!"

Another doctor, checking the baby's heartbeat, exclaimed urgently, "We can't wait any longer. There's no heartbeat."

Those words hit Mila like a dagger to her heart. She felt her strength drain away, her hand trembling as it reached for her swollen belly.

She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She had endured so much suffering and fought through seven grueling months.

Her life was intertwined with her unborn child's. She couldn't carry on if her baby didn't make it.

At that moment, all she wanted was to be with her baby wherever it may lead.

Just as the doctors and nurses were

at a loss, à nurse burst into the

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room. There's a young woman here claiming to be the patient's family. She's here to sign the papers."

The doctor quickly retrieved the paperwork, ready to step out, when Phoebe rushed in. Her shoulder was bandaged, her face pale, and her steps unsteady.

Seeing Phoebe enter despite her injuries, Mila felt a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

The nurse supported Phoebe. "Who are you to her? Can you sign?"

Mila's vision blurred with tears, her

throat burning, unable to utter a single word: She felt both

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heartbroken and grateful for Phoebe. But above all, she felt the weight of her own and her child's struggles.

A woman should never depend solely on a man in life. Strength must cfrom within, both in heart and spirit.

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