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

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

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

back as

She was shocked.

gift to a person like you. How

with nothing but shame. She clenched

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

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

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

being your wife, so let’s get

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

you know

did that

toy to please