The Wrong Woman

Chapter 155

Nathan’s expression crumbled instantly. As he released Suzanne’s arm in sorrow, he silently retreated a few steps with eyes downcast.

Suzanne was confused about the sudden shift in his demeanor, but she couldn’t have cared less. Her heart had already shattered when Nathan sent that disappointing message.

She no longer desired to remain his wife, especially knowing he intended to marry Sally immediately following Vera’s passing.

“No need to worry about upsetting Grandma, Nathan. Her illness has taken away her memory of me. Let’s not delay any further and proceed with the divorce,” Suzanne murmured, suppressing the pain throbbing in her chest.

With a heavy heart, Nathan questioned softly, “Is that what truly want?”

“It is,” Suzanne affirmed, her heart heavy with sorrow as tears

in her eyes.

For three years, She had harbored deep affection and admiration Nathan. Whenever he visited Vera, she would watch them interact from afar while losing in her own reverie.

She sought to learn everything about him, probing Vera for insights into his preferences, his passions, his quirks, his past, and his triumphs.

to love him, to dream of their shared future. Upon finally marrying him, she unexpectedly discovered he harbored feelings for another.

joy and contentment she had hoped for.

were even moments when her heart twinged at the sight of Nathan’s affection

then did Suzanne truly understood the pain of unrequited love

of silence, Nathan asked solemnly, “Are you sure about

valid

her tears, Suzanne replied calmly, “My decision was made long ago. It’s just

silent, his eyes drifting skyward with a

my decision. Let’s part ways with

strides, Nathan’s unexpected reply halted her in

hold back tears as

of despair. He didn’t reciproc her love, yet he refused to release her. So why did he insist on clingin

struggled with household tasks and couldn’t

the hope of having a child together seemed distant. They even slept in separate beds, leaving her no chance to share warmth

with a

her tears and marched

His voice quivered with pain