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.”

have achieved nothing since then. You were also involved in prostitution and

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

returned to Norvania three years ago and got close to Mrs. Morrison on purpose. Then, you did everything you could to marry into

sweat trickled down Suzanne’s back as

She was shocked.

Morrison is already God’s gift to

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

unaffected. After all, he had only agreed to this marriage

Suzanne explained, “Mr. Morrison, I lost my memory three years ago. I’ve heard bits about my past, but I really can’t remember

decisions, and I’m sorry you

of being your wife, so

suffocated her. Feeling nervous, she

you know

did that make her?

toy to please