The Wrong Woman
Chapter 276

Mila’s response came swiftly, “I was doing alright.”

Feeling a familiar ache in his heart, Nathan slowly closed his eyes, his voice strained as he murmured,“Where did you study? Where did you

work? You…”

“Nate,” Mila interrupted his probing questions, her tone heavy with emotion as she avoided delving intothe past. “It’s all behind us now. There’s no point dwelling on it.”

But was it truly relegated to the past?

Nathan pursed his lips bitterly, resisting the urge to press further.

Over the past decade, there had been countless words he yearned to express to her. He wanted toensure she was doing well and to learn. about every facet of her life.

Even if it meant merely being a friend, a neighbor who cared.

Mila’s voice came slowly, “Nate, goodbye.”

Nathan stayed silent, listening to the emptiness of the line. A part of him still hoped she would reachout to him again.

Mila hadn’t specified when she would retrieve her belongings. Maybe she had no intention of seeinghim again.

After some time, Nathan gently placed his phone on the table. He walked to the window and stared intothe distance.

His imposing figure seemed solitary and forlorn in the still room. Like a tall, sturdy tree stripped of itsvibrant green foliage.

Two days later.

As evening approached, the sky was bathed in shades of red by the setting sun, casting a warm glowover the land.

A car pulled up at the entrance of Sudvilla. Phoebe remained in the car while Mila stepped out andentered the house alone.

Entering the familiar home once more stirred deep emotions within her. Despite her reluctance, shehastened her pace.

Inside Sudvilla, there was a noticeable absence of staff. Mila made her way upstairs and pushed openthe door to the master bedroom.

Considering Nathan’s busy schedule, she assumed he wouldn’t be

present.

Mila wandered around the room, reluctant to depart, her hand gently grazing over the vanity she hadonce used.

After lingering for a moment, she made her way to the closet, retrieved her suitcase, and startedpacking her belongings.

She folded her clothes and gathered her documents and phone, carefully packing everything into hersuitcase.

With everything arranged, she picked up the suitcase and left the room, dragging it behind her as shewent.

Descending the stairs with her luggage, she halted abruptly upon reaching the living room.

To her surprise, Nathan was seated on the couch with his back turned toward her.

Despite the sound she made, he remained unmoving.

With a heavy heart, Mila approached slowly, her gaze fixed on his familiar silhouette. A slight flutter ofunease stirred within her chest.

***

“Nate,” she greeted softly. “I didn’t expect to replace you here.”

Nathan remained silent, offering no response.

Unable to discern his expression, Mila continued, “I’ve come to collect my belongings.”

Nathan’s voice quivered as he spoke, “Will we still have the chance to

see each other in the future?”

Upon hearing Nathan’s distressed tone, Mila felt a pang in her heart, a sensation tingling at her nose.She, too, longed to see him.

Throughout these three years of secretly admiring him, she had yearned to spend every day by hisside.

Even now, with her memories restored, her love for him burned even brighter.

Indeed, those feelings had never waned.

Nevertheless, she realized that she and Nathan were like two ships. destined to pass each other in thenight, never to cross paths.

Their identities were at odds. If she were to return to her job, simply interacting with him could cast heras a traitor.

What was the use of pursuing a relationship with no future?

Tears welled up in Mila’s eyes as she struggled to speak, “I’m so Nate. I think it’s best if we stopcontacting each other and go our separate ways, just like before.”

Nathan’s voice was laden with sadness as he replied, “Sure, I understand.”