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.”

achieved nothing since then. You were also involved in

procedures, three STD treatments, and 32 boyfriends, up to five at once, along with countless other sex

on purpose. Then, you did

sweat trickled down Suzanne’s back as she listened

She was shocked.

already God’s gift to a

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

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

a bitter smile, Suzanne explained, “Mr. Morrison, I lost my memory three years ago. I’ve

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

wife, so let’s get a divorce.”

imposing demeanor nearly suffocated her. Feeling

you know when

did that make

toy to please his