The Wrong Woman

Chapter 209

Suzanne’s steps were light as she headed to his hospital room, holding a novel she really liked.

“What should I say when I see him later?” she wondered. “Should I talk about the book or his condition? What excuse can I use to stay and keep him company?”

While contemplating, she approached the room.

The door was ajar. She was still walking at a relatively quick pace before she abruptly halted as she turned to enter the room.

She was greeted by the sight of a man and woman embracing each other.

She only had a quick glance, but it sent her into a nervous spiral. She stepped back and hid behind the wall.

She clutched the book and pressed it tightly against her chest. Her nose stung, and she couldn’t stop he es from welling up with tears.

Suzanne lifted her head to prevent any tears from escaping, but the aching feeling in her heart made her feel like crying.

That wasn’t an illusion. She clearly saw Sally embracing Nathan.

It had only been one morning. How did she find out that he was njured? She was already here to see him this soon?

Sally’s voice rang out.

over as soon as you called me and asked me to come yesterday, Nate. I didn’t expect you to be injured. I’m really worried.” “I’m fine,”

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upset, Nate,” she cried.

slowly. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her face. They dampened her

cold emitted from her body, and her heart felt like it was being sliced open.

marriage, she had gotten nothing but endless

slumped listlessly to the side, and

audible

deep breath, and her chest felt too congested to

a hollow shell. Tears blurred her vision as she

placed her palms on her face and wiped her face dry. However, no matter how hard she tried to brush. away

pushed Sally’s hand away. He was just about to say something when he heard a vague noise at the door.

look,” Sally

lonely figure at the nd of the hallway. Her gaze fixated

with a shallow smile, “It was a

a brief acknowledgment in response.

blinked, staring at

a hurry because

to take care of

said in mild disdain, “Don’t just launch yourself at me from now on. I