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.”

to say. “You have, at best, had an elementary school education and have achieved nothing since

also had 15 cosmetic procedures, three STD treatments, and 32 boyfriends, up to five at once, along with countless

on purpose. Then, you did everything you could to marry into her wealthy family and become General Morrison’s wife.”

down Suzanne’s back as she

She was shocked.

already God’s gift to a person like you. How

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

agreed to this

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

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

worthy of being your wife, so let’s get a

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

you know when

that

toy to please