The Wrong Woman

Nathan’s gaze was frosty and calm. “What do you mean?”

Suzanne bravely met his eyes. “Let’s get divorced.”

She had been in love with him for three years. All she had wanted was a pure relationship. Now that their marriage had been tainted, she refused to keep things going like this.

Nathan’s expression turned grim.

Behind him, Cole spoke up, displeased. “Suzanne York. 25 years old. From Phoenicia of Norvania. Has an alcoholic father prone to domestic violence and a mother and brother who are gamblers buried in debt.”

Suzanne shot Cole an astonished look.

Unconcerned, Cole continued, “You dropped out in ninth grade and were scammed by men online before working as an escort in a karaoke bar.

“Then, at 20 years old, you married an 80-year-old man and became a widow less than two years later without inheriting anything.”

Still, Cole had more to say. “You have, at best, had an elementary school education and have achieved nothing since then. You were also involved in prostitution and were caught in the act twice.

“Besides that, you’ve also had 15 cosmetic procedures, three STD treatments, and 32 boyfriends, up to five at once, along with countless other sex partners.”

“You returned to Norvania three years ago and got close to Mrs. Morrison on purpose. Then, you did everything you could to marry into her wealthy family and become General Morrison’s wife.” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

A cold sweat trickled down Suzanne’s back as she listened to her disgusting past.

She was shocked.

After revealing her dirty history, Cole taunted, “General Morrison is already God’s gift to a person like you. How are you shameless enough to bring up divorce?”

Suzanne felt like her clothes had been stripped away, leaving her with nothing but shame. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms painfully.

Meanwhile, Nathan seemed completely unaffected. After all, he had only agreed to this marriage to satisfy his grandmother. It meant nothing to him.

With a bitter smile, Suzanne explained, “Mr. Morrison, I lost my memory three years ago. I’ve heard bits about my past, but I really can’t remember anything.”

Then, she continued, “I don’t know why I made such terrible decisions, and I’m sorry you were forced to marry such a horrible person because of your grandmother.

“I’m not worthy of being your wife, so let’s get a divorce.”

Nathan slowly approached Suzanne. His imposing demeanor nearly suffocated her. Feeling nervous, she looked up and met his gaze.

Nathan sneered, “I’ll let you know when I want a divorce.”

What did that make her?

A toy to please his grandmother?

Suzanne’s eyes teared up from frustration, and she said, “I don’t know what kind of person I was before, but the current me won’t settle for a loveless marriage, much less sacrifice my dignity for wealth.”

Nathan scoffed. “How dare you bring up your dignity?”

Suzanne was dismayed by his response. Did she not deserve to protect her pride? How much did he despise her?

She retorted defiantly, “Mr. Morrison, if you don’t want to divorce me, then please behave like a faithful husband. You should make sure there are no other women in your life besides me and live with me properly.”

She continued, “If you can’t do that, then I’ll discuss things with your grandmother. I promise not to make things difficult for you.”

Nathan’s face immediately hardened. He scowled as he glared at her.

His sudden proximity made Suzanne stiffen against the headboard.

A tantalizing scent surrounded her, leaving her flustered, and her heart began pounding wildly. Her face also flushed, and her breathing became erratic.

“W-What are you doing?” she asked shakily.