The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Frey quickened her pace but suddenly stumbled and fell, her knees hitting the ground painfully. Tears welled up in her eyes from the shock of the impact.

She grasped the wall beside her, trying to steady herself, when a pair of polished men's leather shoes came into view. Looking up, she saw Nathaniel's cold and stern face staring down at her.

Frey frowned. It was unusual for Nathaniel to be in such a rundown alley, especially so far from the central office building of Technologent Group.

Nathaniel, dressed in a sleek black suit and standing rigidly, seemed almost out of place amid the disheveled surroundings. His serious demeanor made Frey question if this was the same man who had called her, begging her not to leave the night before.

Nathaniel tilted his chin slightly, sizing up the disheveled woman before him.

In just one day, Frey had gone from being his well-kept companion to this. Her clothes were wrinkled, her knees scraped, her face pale, and her hair unkempt.

His fingers, hidden in his trouser pockets, clenched into fists. Beside him, Abigail's arm was linked lovingly with his. Abigail, dressed in a Persian-style sweater dress and a beige windbreaker, had her hair styled in an elegant bun with diamond hairpins.

Frey took a deep breath and attempted to walk around Nathaniel and Abigail to avoid them.

Can't you even walk?" Abigail asked

had a rough ride on

probably don't even have a place to stay

stay there. It doesn't matter if you're living together with cats and dogs you can take Andy's

separate rooms for their pets. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

close friends, Frey had known the names of all

looked past Abigail and locked her gaze on

that Abigail had seized the chance to retaliate and humiliate Frey. During the time Frey was under Nathaniel's protection, Abigail had been

however, Abigail was free

eyes darkening as he

as she saw that Nathaniel was willing to watch her

Just great...

be out of breath. They had driven Abigail smoothly to the