The Wrong Woman

Chapter 5

The air around Nathan buzzed with danger. “Are you threatening me?”

Suzanne struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by his dominance. “Please don’t force me to do something I don’t want to.”

Nathan narrowed his eyes at her.

Her flawless, charming face reminded him of what Sally had looked like as a child.

In a daze, he gave her a meaningful smile. “I admit you’ve done a great job at making your face look like hers as a child. No wonder Grandma likes you so much.”

Hers as a child?

Suzanne wondered who he was referring to.

While she was distracted, Nathan calmly replied, “Alright, I agree.”

With that, he turned around and left with Cole.

Suzanne was dumbfounded by his reply. She didn’t understand what Nathan had agreed to.

Had he agreed to the divorce or to live together as husband and wife?

…

Night fell, and a gentle breeze swept through the room.

Suzanne found a book on military strategies and

a shower. When she finished half an hour later, she realized

she washed her dirty clothes and hung them along the bathroom window

froze at the sight in front of her,

off his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. The faint

sudden sight and

cheeks and innocent eyes didn’t

shoulders before trailing down

skills. Despite her numerous cosmetic procedures, her figure and appearance still looked captivating, but in

a set of casual sportswear from his closet before walking toward

he stuffed the clothes into

clutched the clothes

she heard his command. “Put

Nathan walk toward the bathroom. “What

one who asked to live together as husband and

She was.

seek a divorce, not suffer through a loveless marriage with a

Suzanne exhaled deeply, as if she

heart before touching her flushed

minutes, Nathan emerged from the bathroom in

nervously. “Mr. Morrison, can we

pining after him for three years, her rationality told her that keeping this marriage going would only bring

pulled out another blanket before walking over to her bed. “It’s late. Let’s talk

a nervous wreck. Her fingers clenched at the hem of her shirt as she stared at him with teary eyes. Softly, she asked, “Aren’t we getting divorced?”

his blanket and lay on one side of the bed, closing his eyes.

replied, “Then, you better

agreed without hesitation.

direct answer. It left her feeling restless as she watched him lie down.

she grabbed her blanket and pillow