The Wrong Woman

Chapter 165

Sally felt the seriousness of the situation sank in. Anxiously, she looked at Gary and Florence. “Mr. Morrison, Mrs. Morrison, I-”

But before she could say more, they just walked past her without a word, their faces cold and distant.

Others in the living room also displayed indifference and disdain. They muttered just loud enough for $ally to catch their words.

“I can’t believe this. I’ve been around for ages, and I still can’t figure out when someone’s faking being the victim.”

“You’re not alone. I’ve fallen for it too.”

The Morrisons despised Sally. Normally, Sally could handle awkward situations, but this one was tough. The whole living room was empty, and Sally was the only one left.

Frustration boiled inside her, and anger flashed in her eyes. Sh clenched her teeth, stormed back to her room, packed her ba walked out.

Leaving the Morrison residence, Sally’s resentment grew. She gra her phone and made a call. “Hello, is this Suzanne’s dad? Your daughter has tied the knot with someone from a wealthy family.”

her room, Suzanne carefully planted the zinnias in a pot, then set it on the

of the cute and beautiful flowers. A huge smile lit up her face throughout the entire time.

whispered, and the balcony

the sun. Suzanne’s cheeks blushed as the sunlight gently kissed them.

smiled, and she found

gone super quiet. Wondering what Nathan was doing, she went

she leaned toward Nathan’s handsome face. She

stayed perfectly still, breathing steadily and quietly. His face was really good-looking, with thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and lips that

and serious vibe that

now got flowers from him. Even though his way of giving

and with

Her whole body tensed and

the quick kiss, she backed away while enjoying the triumph of their secret moment. Just as she felt relieved, Nathan slowly opened his eyes and

her lips together with

discomfort, resembling a child caught in the act. Nathan looked quietly at the discomfort in

sorry,” Suzanne

why Suzanne was saying sorry for kissing him. In a deep, raspy voice, he questioned, “Sorry,