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.

chosen this floor for its tranquility, having verified with

and someone emerged, her mind went blank for a while before freezing in

Frey had packed his belongings and

stared at

their current animosity. He knew she hated him, especially after

Gomez family, a plan he had been brewing for

his

both, so they might as well

tall frame made the space feel cramped as he stared at Frey, who stood frozen outside. The elevator doors slowly closed, hiding his handsome but angry face. Frey