The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Frey lay on the bed, staring blankly at the yellow crystal chandelier on the ceiling. A bitter smile crept onto her face.

Years ago, Nathaniel had used love to cloud her mind, treating her merely as a tool.

Now, she was playing a similar trick on him, though not as skillfully. He had always been mentally tougher than she was.

The next day was Monday, and Frey had to go to work. Only by immersing herself in the complex design drafts could she feel alive, rather than like a tormented soul.

She woke up early, and as she opened her door, the door of the opposite apartment opened too.

Few people lived in this building due to its prime location and high rent. It was too expensive for those at the bottom, while those at the top found the small apartments unappealing.

for its tranquility, having verified with property management that

her mind went blank for

in new clothes. Frey had packed his belongings and called Koen to pick them up, but he said he would come

at

see her, knowing it was better to take it easy given their current animosity. He knew she hated him, especially after she overturned the table and collapsed the night before. He realized it would

matter; he had time. He wanted revenge on the Gomez family, a plan he had been brewing for over 20

to spend his

family feud had already crippled them both, so they might as well

stared at Frey, who stood frozen outside. The elevator doors slowly closed,