The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 537 The Weight of Regret

Watching Nathaniel walk away without a backward glance, Grace felt a deep chill, her body shaking uncontrollably.

The necklace Nathaniel had torn off her neck left a sharp, stinging pain.

In that moment, Grace finally grasped the reality.

The handsome, wealthy man she had admired was nothing more than a cold, heartless beast. Only Freya seemed capable of taming him.

Her dreams of becoming Mrs. Morgan were shattered; she was merely a pawn in Nathaniel's strategy to handle his marital issues.

Koen approached Grace. "Ms. Grace, please give me your account number and name a sum."

Grace, on the verge of tears, reluctantly pulled out her phone, found her bank account number, and shoved the screen toward Koen. "Here it is. But let me tell you, if I'm not satisfied with this 'compensation,' you'll regret it."

Koen chuckled softly. "Don't worry, Miss Grace. Mr. Nathaniel has never shortchanged any woman when it comes to money."

Nathaniel got into his luxurious yet understated Rolls-Royce, with Koen taking the driver's seat. "Where to, Mr. Nathaniel?"

his seat, exhaustion etched on his face,

prison, as all the truths had emerged, Nathaniel had sworn never

deteriorated to this point. They hadn't even had the chance to enjoy the

had once admired and trusted him would never come back. Freya

stop loving him; she could even hate him, but she couldn't blatantly

Koen asked again, gripping the steering wheel and glancing at the weary man

inwardly, recognizing

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like a curse closing in on him,

idea how to resolve their marital issues in such a short time.

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