The Wrong Woman

Suzanne finally regained her composure as she met Nathan’s earnest gaze. His touch brought a soothing warmth to her cheeks.

“Were we pitted against each other?” she asked sheepishly.

When Nathan affirmed with a nod, Suzanne attempted to pursue further. Yet, she found herself stumbling over her words.

With a deep sigh, Nathan stated sternly, “Next time you’re upset, don’t jump straight to divorce. Talk to me about it, alright?”

Suzanne stared at him with tearful eyes and nodded obediently. Seeing that, Nathan felt a wave of relief wash over him as his fingers hesitatingly trailed down her delicate face.

An uneasy silence then settled between them. Suzanne fidgeted, her gaze shifting nervously until it settled on Nathan’s shoulder.

“Is your wound alright?” she asked with concern, oblivious to

Nathan’s intense stare fixed on her rosy lips.

When Nathan hummed in response, Suzanne breathed a sigh of relief

at his reassurance.

“Let’s head back then,” she suggested, her embarrassment evident as she struggled to find her footing.

As she turned to leave, Nathan seized her arm and called out to her. Startled, Suzanne turned back to him in confusion.

In the serene ambiance of the greenhouse, Nathan peered into Suzanne’s eyes with a fervent intensity as his breathing quickened.

He drew Suzanne nearer, closing the distance between them. Gazing

at her rosy lips, he leaned in to capture them in a tender kiss.

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However, Suzanne trembled with anxiety as she realized they stood in the public greenhouse frequented by Florence. The thought of her catching them kissing filled Suzanne with dread and embarrassment.

“Cut it off, Nathan. Let’s go back,” Suzanne urged, pushing Nathan. away and breaking free from his embrace. After gathering her composure, she turned on her heels and fled in embarrassment.

As Nathan watched her hurried departure, a wave of sadness and emptiness washed over him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Suzanne’s affection for him remained distant.

Meanwhile, Suzanne had left the back garden and returned to the house. Stepping into the living room, she found Sally engaged in conversation with the Morrisons.

Upon noticing Suzanne, Sally stood up and asked pretentiously,” There you are Suzanne. Have you seen Nate anywhere?”

The sight of Sally ignited new fury within Suzanne. When she remembered Sally’s attempts to sabotage her relationship with Nathan, her anger boiled over. She had tolerated Sally’s antics in past, but not anymore. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Approaching Sally with a cold demeanor, Suzanne addressed her sternly, “Stop stealing my husband’s phone to send me deceitful messages claiming his affection for you, Ms. Hoffins. It’s contemptible to

sow discord between a husband and wife.”

Sally’s expression paled instantly, though she tried to feign innocence. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. There must be some mistake.”

The other Morrisons exchanged surprised glances upon hearing Suzanne’s accusation. Only Layla remained defiant, her sneer

revealing her contempt. “It’s no mistake. Nathan’s love for Sally is undeniable.”

Suzanne faced Layla with a cold inquiry. “Are you a parasite, Layla?”

“Who are you calling a parasite?” Layla retorted, rising to her feet.

Undeterred, Suzanne maintained her composure. “Then why are you so convinced that Nathan has feelings for Sally?”

Layla gestured towards her family and declared, “It’s no secret! Everyone is aware of this!”

“That’s enough, Layla. I don’t want to cause anyone else upset.” Holding Layla’s arm, Sally murmured with a pitiful tone.

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