The Wrong Woman
Chapter 655

"You'll always love him and never truly forget him if I spare him." Oliver rose to his feet and commanded, "Fire! Kill him!"

"No!" Mila's cry was filled with sorrow.

The gunfire erupted, and a dozen of bullets struck Nathan. Blood soaked the grass as his tall figure fell forward, tumbling into the prepared pit.

Mila felt powerless, crawling forward on her knees. Her heart felt as though it had been ripped apart, the agony piercing her bones. Every limb of hers felt numb and her stomach twisted in torment, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Nate..." she cried out. There was no strength left for her to approach Nathan's body.

The icy wind pierced her skin, and the relentless rain drenched her. The armed men lowered their weapons and exchanged them for shovels, starting to bury the body.

Oliver strode toward Mila, seizing her with a forceful grip, his voice thundering, "He's gone, and your love for him dies with him!"

Mila broke free, stumbling forward until her strength gave out and collapsed.

Oliver dragged her back. In a frenzy, she bit his arm, wishing she could end him with one bite. Oliver winced in pain and immediately released her.

As Mila rushed forward, Nathan's body was already half-buried.

The men picked up their guns, aiming at Mila but didn't fire.

Mila knelt on the blood-soaked earth and dug desperately into the ground. The chilling rain beat down on her, numbing her to the core. Her body ached as her tears flowed as violently as the storm. "Nate, hold on..." Mila's determination drove her to dig deeper.

"Nate, you can't die, do you hear me? You can't leave me and Jasper!" Mila cried out, her voice choked with emotion.

"How am I supposed to go on without you?" Her breath hitched as she yelled.

Despite her relentless efforts, the soil piled on Nathan remained thick. All her fingers bled from the digging.

Time crawled by, and beneath Oliver's watchful gaze, Mila's hands finally touched Nathan's.

She clung to his cold hand and pulled with all her might. "Nate, please, wake up!"

Oliver rushed over immediately and dragged her away. The two men picked up the shovels and resumed their task.

"No!" Mila fought against Oliver's embrace, screaming, "Oliver, I'll make you pay, I kill you!"

Her final scream tore through her, her heartache overwhelming her as she succumbed to unconsciousness in the rain.

The rain persisted through the night.

With the dawn came a clearing sky, and a rainbow arched on the horizon.

Mila awoke as if emerging from a nightmare, but the pain was all too real. Real enough to feel the pain in her fingers, her heart, and her head. She rose slowly from her bed.

Oliver was cradling and cooing Jasper on the couch. All his past actions were as if a devil, yet he smiled at Jasper like an angel.

As Mila got out of bed, Oliver glanced up and uttered, "You're awake?"

Mila had no strength left to reply. She made her way to the balcony, her gaze fixed on the spot in the backyard.

In her dream earlier, that spot was where Nathan had died. Now, a freshly built grave occupied the space.

Tears fell uncontrollably down Mila's cheeks. Dizziness overwhelmed her, her stomach churned, and a rising wave of blood in her chest left her feeling nauseous.

Unable to bear the pain all over her body, Mila sank to her knees. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing.

Oliver approached and ordered, "Chubs, you have three days. Within three days, forget him, forget the pain, and be with me."

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