The Wrong Woman

Chapter 155

Nathan’s expression crumbled instantly. As he released Suzanne’s arm in sorrow, he silently retreated a few steps with eyes downcast.

Suzanne was confused about the sudden shift in his demeanor, but she couldn’t have cared less. Her heart had already shattered when Nathan sent that disappointing message.

She no longer desired to remain his wife, especially knowing he intended to marry Sally immediately following Vera’s passing.

“No need to worry about upsetting Grandma, Nathan. Her illness has taken away her memory of me. Let’s not delay any further and proceed with the divorce,” Suzanne murmured, suppressing the pain throbbing in her chest.

With a heavy heart, Nathan questioned softly, “Is that what truly want?”

“It is,” Suzanne affirmed, her heart heavy with sorrow as tears

in her eyes.

For three years, She had harbored deep affection and admiration Nathan. Whenever he visited Vera, she would watch them interact from afar while losing in her own reverie.

She sought to learn everything about him, probing Vera for insights into his preferences, his passions, his quirks, his past, and his triumphs.

dream of their shared future. Upon finally marrying him, she unexpectedly discovered he harbored feelings for

lacked the joy and contentment she had hoped

when her heart twinged at the sight of Nathan’s affection

was then did Suzanne truly understood the pain of unrequited love within a

moment of silence, Nathan asked solemnly, “Are you

valid

replied calmly, “My decision was made long ago. It’s just that I’ve finally

his eyes drifting skyward with

respect my decision. Let’s part ways with

heels to leave. Just as she took a few strides, Nathan’s unexpected reply halted her in her tracks. “But I can’t simply accept your decision,” he

Suzanne struggled to hold back tears as a sharp ache pierced her heart.

was driving her to the brink of despair. He didn’t reciproc her love, yet he refused to release her. So why did he

with household tasks and

of having a child together seemed distant. They even slept in separate beds, leaving her

face, Suzanne steeled herself and spoke with a

her tears and marched forward. Before she

with pain and regret

her face, she cried out amid sobs, Enough is enough! What do you even want from me?”