The Wrong Woman

Chapter 116

Suzanne walked the two-hour journey back to Morrison Residence alone in the rain. By the time she reached her house, her entire body had grown weak.

After showering, Suzanne went to sleep in bed before even drying her hair. Only sleep could stop her from thinking about Nathan.

Suzanne didn’t leave the room nor felt hungry for the entire day. She woke up at midnight feeling really hot and uncomfortable. Only then did she realize she was ill.

Suzanne was about to give Nathan a call when she saw Nathan had sent her a text. She quickly opened the messaging app.

“I still love Sally,” Nathan wrote.

Those four words pierced Suzanne’s heart like a sharp blade.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she swiftly set her phone down. She turned her face upwards and wiped the tears that crept out of her eyes with her fingers.

Suzanne inhaled deeply and held her breath. Yet even that inhale made pain lance through her chest, making her unable to hold bac her tears.

Suzanne silently gnawed on her lip, her throat burning with the urge to cry. She restrained herself for a long while before the urge

disappeared.

typed out a reply to Nathan. “I understand. We can get the

divorce whenever you want. It’s up to

+25 BONUS

cold at those

She could leave whenever? It was up to her? What a jackass!

so cheap? Should she not have wasted her time in this

phone and went to get some

ground, her head swam. As her

against the floor, pain shooting through her entire body. Tears fell

felt weak and pained, yet none of it compared to how much her heart was hurting. She felt hopeless in this pit of despair.

falling heavily onto the bed. She then covered herself in the

didn’t matter anymore. A woman suffering like Suzanne might as well end her

the washroom in a new set

the messages she sent. She continued putting up

him the phone. “Your phone is still working fine, Nate. I’ve already dried

and looked through it briefly before putting it back into his pocket.

How could she have ended up bumping into you with that glass of