The Wrong Woman

The soft spring breeze blew as the sun disappeared behind the hills.

On a tennis court at a private club, Nathan and Donald were playing a match. Soaked in sweat, Donald looked tired and was breathing heavily. However, Nathan seemed completely relaxed. After a few rounds, it was clear that Donald was struggling to keep up. He raised his hand, asking for a break. "Let's take a breather and continue later."

Nathan stopped playing and walked casually to the bench. He grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to Donald.

Gasping for air, Donald said, "I can't keep pace with you youngsters anymore. I'm getting old, and my stamina's fading."

Nathan smirked, taking a sip of water without saying anything flattering.

"What's up with the tension between you and Lillian lately?" Nathan asked bluntly.

Donald's face tightened. "Since when did you start prying into my family business? That's not like you."

"I'm not interested in your family drama. It's about her husband, Yale," Nathan clarified.

Donald slumped onto the bench, wiping sweat off his face with a towel. "What about Yale?"

Nathan's expression turned serious as he sat beside Donald. "I suspect there's something off about Yale's identity. I need your help to get his DNA."

surprised. "Is he some kind

proof yet. I don't want to

me for something so small? Just arrest him

and we can't afford

married him, I investigated him. He's clean and hasn't done anything shady. So, stop

him, puzzled. He couldn't believe

you. The president's job in Norvania changes every few years, while you can stick around

decision I make has to go through red tape. Unlike you, who commands several military groups and runs Norvania's

until retirement. Please, don't stir up trouble for me. Let me retire

he grasped Donald's motive: self-preservation and

any significant problems with Yale, Donald

foresaw how former political adversaries could exploit the situation to undermine Donald

Nathan cautiously asked, "Your tension with Lillian-it's because

Donald remained silent.

Nathan chose not to push the matter further. He had hoped to glean more insight