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 were caught in the

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

on purpose. Then, you did

sweat trickled down Suzanne’s back as she listened to her disgusting

She was shocked.

dirty history, Cole taunted, “General Morrison is already God’s gift to a person like

her clothes had been stripped away, leaving her with nothing but shame. She clenched her fists,

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

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

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

of being your wife, so

suffocated her. Feeling nervous, she looked up and met his gaze.

know when I want a

did that make

toy to please his grandmother?