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.

never ceased to love him, to dream of their shared future. Upon finally marrying him, she unexpectedly

and contentment she

even moments when her heart twinged at the sight

Suzanne truly understood the

brief moment of silence, Nathan asked solemnly,

valid

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

silent, his eyes drifting skyward

my decision. Let’s part ways

declaration, she turned on her heels to leave. Just as she took a few strides, Nathan’s unexpected reply halted her in her tracks. “But I can’t simply accept your decision,” he

Suzanne struggled to hold back tears as a

brink of despair. He didn’t reciproc her love, yet he refused to release

with household tasks and couldn’t contribute

of having a child together seemed distant. They even slept in separate beds, leaving her no chance

down her face, Suzanne steeled herself and spoke with a cold resolve, “Then I’ll seek

her tears and marched forward. Before she could

His voice quivered with pain and regret as he reached out