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.”

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

and 32 boyfriends,

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

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

She was shocked.

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

had been stripped away, leaving her with nothing but shame.

Nathan seemed completely unaffected. After all, he had only agreed to this marriage to satisfy his grandmother. It meant nothing to him.

bitter smile, Suzanne explained, “Mr. Morrison, I lost my memory three years ago. I’ve heard bits about my past,

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

worthy of being your wife,

suffocated her.

you know when I want

that

toy to please his grandmother?