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.”

elementary school education and have achieved nothing since then. You were

15 cosmetic procedures, three STD treatments, and 32

Mrs. Morrison on purpose. Then, you did everything you could to marry into her wealthy

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

She was shocked.

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

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

had only agreed to this marriage

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

I made such terrible decisions, and I’m sorry

of being your wife,

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

“I’ll let you know when I want

did that make her?

toy to please