The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 520

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 time when 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?"

"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 come to 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.

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.

"Mila." Phoebe's eyes were red with tears.

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

The doctor snapped, "What are you doing here? Get out!"

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

Phoebe hastily replied, "Yes, I can. I'm her sister. I can sign."

Mila's vision blurred with tears, her throat burning, unable to utter a single word. She felt both heartbroken and grateful for Phoebe. But above all, she felt the weight of her own and her child's struggles.

She blamed herself for placing all her hopes on a man.

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