The Wrong Woman

Suzanne seethed with rage as her tears streamed down. She bit her lips in defiance against the agony that cut her heart like sharp blades. She wanted nothing to do with Nathan anymore.

In a choked cry, Suzanne yelled, “Nathan, you bastard! Let me go!”

She fought against his restraining grip with all her might, momentarily forgetting about the wound on his shoulder.

As Nathan exerted force to control her, the wound throbbed with pain, yet he showed no sign of discomfort. His heartache overshadowed any physical discomfort, his eyes blinded by fury.

Nathan’s other hand gripped her shoulder fiercely and pushed her back against the wall, causing a sharp pain shooting up her spine./ Startled, Suzanne gazed up at him with teary eyes, feeling powerless and unable to utter a word.

Nathan seemed towering and powerful, like a mighty beast

felt small and fragile, unable to withstand even the slight She was a mix of fear, anger, helplessness, and confusion, te

on the brink of tears.

Nathan suppressed his blazing anger, his voice stern and mercile You’re mine as long as we’re not divorced, Suzanne. Dare to betra me, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Suzanne’s heart dropped to her stomach. Fear coursed through her,

halting her tears instantly.

Nathan continued, “Don’t pretend to be innocent if you’re unsatisfied

and need another man.”

Each of his words dripped with insult, stabbing Suzanne’s heart with

unbearable pain. Unable to stand it any longer, she struggled to push

him away.

“You bastard, let me go!” she snapped, her voice trembling. “Even if I were unsatisfied, I’d never turn to you. You’re just a-”

Before she could finish, her lips were sealed shut, and her body was pressed forcefully against the wall, Nathan’s grip was strong as he held her struggling hands firmly above her head.

Suzanne felt a throbbing pain in her wrists, leaving her helpless. Her lips were seized by Nathan’s domineering and forceful kiss, rendering her unable to speak and breathe. It felt as if he had lost his senses, subjecting her to punishing bites and crushing pressure.

His fervent kisses, which lacked any hint of tenderness, left Suzanne’s lips and tongue sore. Even his shallow breaths felt scorching against her skin.

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She struggled to turn her head, desperate to escape his relentless advances. However, his strong hand held her firmly in pla felt like a defenseless lamb trapped against the wall, p resist the impending slaughter.

Fearing Nathan’s rough punishment, she cried. Tears stream her cheeks and landed softly on her chin, dampening Nathan’s

cheeks.

As he tasted the saltiness of her tears, pain clenched his heart, a his lost rationality slowly returned. He stopped the forceful kiss an gently withdrew from her tender lips.

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He watched as Suzanne wept softly in his arms, her delicate lips. slightly swollen and flushed from his kisses. His anger soon melted away, replaced by gentle empathy for her vulnerability.

Nathan released her and stepped back. Suzanne slumped weakly downward the moment he let go. He moved swiftly to catch her and

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Exhausted from the ordeal, Suzanne had lost all strength, her cries reminiscent of a wounded kitten, conveying her anguish and

frustration.

“I hate you. I hate you so much. I haven’t done anything wrong. Why are you doing this to me?”

Nathan held her close as she continued to sob, his heart aching and his eyes brimming with emotion.

He stroked her head tenderly, resting his chin on hers. At that moment, he realized that even he, typically composed and collected, could be swept away by such intense emotion.