The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Frey, dressed in a long beige windbreaker, bent down to pack her belongings in Ocean Villa.

Suddenly, it struck her that everything in the villa had been bought for her by Nathaniel; she hadn't brought a single item herself. Feeling a pang of futility, Frey grabbed her bag and used a USB flash drive to copy the design drawings from the computer in the study.

Once she had finished, she reset the computer, erasing all traces of herself from the room.

With her bag slung over her shoulder, she started down the stairs. When she saw Nathaniel sitting on the sofa in the living room, her steps faltered. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Frey had thought Nathaniel had left, but he was still here.

She wasn't sure how long Nathaniel had been sitting there. His eyes were closed, and he looked utterly exhausted. He sat motionless, like a statue.

on Taylor's forehead from the previous night's incident with Jacob's bottle. Everyone turned to look

renowned figure in Saeville, was a grievous error. He sat there, waiting for her to apologize, as if he might forgive her if she did. If he truly hated her, he wouldn't have waited for hours

concocted a reason for Frey's betrayal. He reasoned that if she had intended to kill him, she would have acted long before now, rather than waiting until the present. If she hadn't worked

eyes lit up when she saw Frey. She quickly smiled and

had breakfast yet either. Why

the villa last night, she had been terrified.

descended the stairs with such dejection that Ms. Lovett feared he might collapse from grief at any moment. Only Frey could bring Mr. Nathaniel back from this abyss. Frey steadied herself, her voice hoarse. Everyone watched her eagerly, hoping she would relent and ease the situation, even if

"I'm not eating, Ms.

fell, and

you for taking care of me

her flat shoes echoed