The Wrong Woman

Chapter 24

Suzanne picked up the bowl of burning sage and walked back to the villa.

“Madam.”

She turned.

A man in a smart suit came up to her and gave her a polite nod as he handed her an envelope. “General Morrison told me to give you this.”

Suzanne took the letter. “What is it?” she asked curiously.

“I’m not sure,” the man said. “The general said that he will be away for business for the next few days, so if there’s anything you need, do let us know.”

Suzanne felt her heart clench when she heard that Nathan wouldn’t be home for some time.

She quickly pulled herself together and handed the bowl to the man. Then, she opened the envelope and pulled out a bank card.

There was a note with the card, written in firm handwriting. “The password to the door and the card is 1516117. I will be away indefinitely for business in Sunterland.”

Suzanne folded up the note and placed it in her pocket. She couldn’t stop running her fingers over the card as she stared at it. This belonged to Nathan.

Her heart felt heavy, in part due to longing and in part due to pining.

placed the sage for me earlier?” she

do it,”

time, her heart ached. It was hard not to

so happy to be deeply loved by

was envious of her.

of that love. What would she have to

She took the bowl of sage, thanked the man, and went back to the

+15 BÔNUS

some of the most comfortable days she’d had

three years.

her meals, so all she needed to do was read, listen to music, sleep in,

didn’t last long. A week later, an uninvited guest turned disrupted the

up and

Sudvilla, she hurried back to Phoenicia.

she pointed a finger at Suzanne and demanded, “Who

she was reading and looked up calmly

put the book away before turning to Sally. “Nathan said I could.” Sally clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her eyes were burning with rage as she said,

I’ve tolerated you all this time for

built–in bookshelf and all the books on it. This was supposed to be our marriage home,” she spat coldly. “If you hadn’t manipulated Madam Morrison and forced yourself between