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.”

Cole had more to say. “You 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

STD treatments, and 32 boyfriends, up to five at once, along

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

cold sweat trickled down Suzanne’s back as she listened to

She was shocked.

gift to a person like you. How are you shameless enough to bring

felt like her clothes had been stripped away, leaving her with nothing but shame. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms

all, he had only agreed to this marriage to satisfy his grandmother. It meant nothing to him.

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

terrible decisions, and I’m sorry you were forced to

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

demeanor nearly suffocated her. Feeling nervous, she looked up

let you know when I want

did that

to please