The Wrong Woman

Chapter 15

Suzanne lowered her head and mumbled, “I thought you wanted to spend time with Sally.”

Her voice was quiet and cautious. But Nathan caught the trace of displeasure and grievance in it, and it made his heart soften.

He didn’t like that feeling. “I wasn’t going to,” he said coldly.

Suzanne took a deep breath and let it go.

He could drop her off if he wanted to. She could get him to finalize the divorce when they got home anyway and end her suffering.

Suzanne took a shower and changed her clothes. Then, she took her phone and handbag and followed Nathan to the cafeteria for breakfast.

The cafeteria was packed that morning. Everyone they passed greeted them politely.

“Good morning, General Morrison, Mrs. Morrison.”

Nathan didn’t return any greetings. There were just too many people.

In contrast, Suzanne greeted everyone who greeted her with a smile, saying, “Good morning.”

Everyone liked Suzanne, as she had been polite and friendly while she had been at the military base. Plus, she had been very helpful during the poisoning incident.

Suzanne made her way to a table and waited there while Nathan got them food. He came back with two servings of breakfast and placed one of the trays in front of Suzanne.

eating without waiting for her acknowledgment.

he looked up again, he found Suzanne picking the crust

only the whites and leaving the yolk. She

He frowned at her questioningly. “You

swallowed a mouthful of salad. “Who?”

girl have the same bad habits?” he asked

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brazenly.

good mood to start with, so the mention of Sally made her

her fork. “I’m

wrong at all. “Don’t waste the food.”

chest get heavier. She pouted for a moment, trying to quell her displeasure. She picked up her fork, speared the crusts of her toast, and

food that she didn’t like, including every single

her salad.

her

It turned out that he was only accompanying

least six hours. They didn’t speak much during the journey except during their brief stops for

they arrived

you want to go to the Morrison Residence or to Shovale

was a luxury retirement center for the rich and powerful. Vera had Alzheimer’s. She didn’t want to live in the Morrison Residence, as she had forgotten everyone except Nathan. Suzanne had been taking care of her for the past three years

married Nathan, Vera had refused to pay her any wages and didn’t allow her to stay in

live in