The Wrong Woman

Nathan’s gaze was frosty and calm. “What do you mean?”

Suzanne bravely met his eyes. “Let’s get divorced.”

She had been in love with him for three years. All she had wanted was a pure relationship. Now that their marriage had been tainted, she refused to keep things going like this.

Nathan’s expression turned grim.

Behind him, Cole spoke up, displeased. “Suzanne York. 25 years old. From Phoenicia of Norvania. Has an alcoholic father prone to domestic violence and a mother and brother who are gamblers buried in debt.”

Suzanne shot Cole an astonished look.

Unconcerned, Cole continued, “You dropped out in ninth grade and were scammed by men online before working as an escort in a karaoke bar.

“Then, at 20 years old, you married an 80-year-old man and became a widow less than two years later without inheriting anything.”

say. “You have, at best, had an elementary school education and have achieved nothing since then. You were also involved in

you’ve also had 15 cosmetic procedures, three STD treatments, and 32 boyfriends,

and got close to Mrs. Morrison on purpose. Then, you did everything you could to marry

sweat trickled down Suzanne’s back as she

She was shocked.

God’s gift to a person like you.

leaving her with nothing but shame. She clenched her fists,

only agreed to this marriage

my memory three years ago. I’ve heard bits about my past,

made such terrible decisions, and I’m sorry you were forced to marry such a horrible

not worthy of being your wife, so let’s get a

demeanor nearly suffocated her. Feeling nervous, she

let you know when I want a divorce.”

did that make her?

please