The Wrong Woman

Chapter 232

Another fine day dawned the next morning. Nathan was in the kitchen making breakfast. While Suzanne was sitting on the living room

couch, scrolling through her phone.

Suddenly, her phone rang. The caller ID showed an unknown number.

Suzanne answered the call. “Hello.”

Loretta’s voice came through on the other end of the line. “Ms. York, do you remember me, the old lady?”

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Suzanne looked nervously toward the kitchen and lowered her voice. “Madam Hoffis, is there

something wrong?”

“I just wanted to ask if you and Nate had finalized your divorce.”

“Madam Hoffis, I’m sorry, but we have decided not to get a divorce,” Suzanne explained gently.

The other end fell silent. Sensing Loretta’s anger, Suzanne clarified, The main reason is that Nate won’t agree to the divorce. I want to try to work things out with him again.”

the divorce? Is this a joke?” scoffed

truly sorry. I will not bring up the divorce with him

shameless and conniving woman I’ve ever met! Do you realize that you’ve forcibly separated

silence

me tell you again. Nate loves my

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woman from the slums who has had a lot of plastic surgery, do you think you can replace my granddaughter? Are you even fit?” Loretta

covered her mouth as she stressed every word. “Madam Hoffis, I understand the love you have

I haven’t had any plastic surgery. This is how I look. I consider myself lucky if my appearance matches Nathan’s preferences.

who refuses to get a divorce. He’s a Norvanian military general of high rank, and marriage laws protect his

be compared to Sally when it comes to conniving. Don’t buy me off with your money. My husband is

that, Suzanne ended the call in a huff. She felt an instant relief

from the couch when the

eyes and breathed deeply before answering. She tried to keep her voice calm as she asked, “Wasn’t I clear enough?”

on me?” Loretta’s angry voice rose to a pitch that made

slowly moved the phone away from her ear. She could

to call my granddaughter conniving? Don’t you know yourself? You still dare to claim