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, at best, had an elementary school education and have achieved nothing since then. You were also involved in prostitution and were caught in the act twice.

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

Suzanne’s back as she listened to

She was shocked.

Morrison is already God’s gift to a person like you. How are you shameless enough to bring up

away, leaving her with nothing but shame. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her

to this marriage to satisfy his grandmother. It meant nothing

memory three years ago. I’ve heard

why I made such terrible decisions, and I’m sorry you were forced to marry such a horrible person because of your grandmother.

worthy of being your wife, so let’s get

slowly approached Suzanne. His imposing demeanor nearly suffocated her. Feeling nervous, she looked up and

sneered, “I’ll let you know when I want

did that make

please his grandmother?