The Wrong Woman

Chapter 13

Suzanne then pointed at the bookshelf in the room and said, “I’ve finished reading all the books on your shelf in the past few days.”

Nathan asked her again, “Are you not even going to consider it?”

Suzanne lowered her eyes. “No. I’ll leave tomorrow morning. I might never come back here again.”

Nathan didn’t bother trying to convince her anymore.

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He just walked past her and entered the room, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he said, When we’re home, don’t bring up the divorce with Grandma. It’ll only aggravate her illness.”

Suzanne couldn’t help tightening her hold on the phone. She held it so tightly that she trembled.

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She simply couldn’t hold her emotions back and said, “I’m sorry, but I noticed a photo of a little girl in one of your books. There was something written on the back. It said, ‘My one true love, Sally Hoffis.“”

Nathan paused, his hands still in the midst of undoing his buttons. His entire body turned rigid as he froze in place.

His eyes turned dark. He said nothing.

how to describe it. Since there was nothing she could do about it, she pretended not

I’m not mistaken, you’ve always wanted to marry Sally,

time for Nathan to snap back to reality and continue unbuttoning

was young. But she left to study abroad when

I last saw her. She still feels like a stranger to

bathroom and shut the door behind him

didn’t comfort Suzanne enough. She was still

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the third wheel. After all, Nathan and Sally had known

have married Sally by now. So what was the point of her struggling and trying to keep

cold breeze hit Suzanne’s face, making her heart

and dimmed the lights. She wanted to go to bed before Nathan came out of

fall asleep after lying still for a while. But she couldn’t fall asleep that night, no matter how hard

eyes,

heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Nathan walked toward her

entire room was plunged into darkness.

just a few feet away from her, and yet she felt as if they were both separated by

buzzed with

senses were heightened

on the notification. It was a voice

message. Sally’s soft, sickeningly sweet voice sounded in the room. “Nate, I’m scared. Can