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.

you fall? Can't you even walk?" Abigail asked with a mockingly

you had

ride? Oh, and you probably don't even have a place to stay now.

room is free. You can stay there. It doesn't matter if you're living

rooms for their pets. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

been close friends, Frey had known the names of all of

Frey looked past Abigail and

the chance to retaliate and humiliate Frey. During the time Frey

was

stood silently, his eyes darkening as

she saw that Nathaniel was

Just great...

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