The Wrong Woman

Suzanne picked up the bowl of burning sage and walked back to the villa.

“Madam.”

She turned.

A man in a smart suit came up to her and gave her a polite nod as he handed her an envelope. “General Morrison told me to give you this.”

Suzanne took the letter. “What is it?” she asked curiously.

“I’m not sure,” the man said. “The general said that he will be away for business for the next few days, so if there’s anything you need, do let us know.”

Suzanne felt her heart clench when she heard that Nathan wouldn’t be home for some time.

She quickly pulled herself together and handed the bowl to the man. Then, she opened the envelope and pulled out a bank card.

There was a note with the card, written in firm handwriting. “The password to the door and the card is 1516117. I will be away indefinitely for business in Sunterland.”

Suzanne folded up the note and placed it in her pocket. She couldn’t stop running her fingers over the card as she stared at it. This belonged to Nathan.

Her heart felt heavy, in part due to longing and in part due to pining.

“Who set up the umbrella and placed the sage for me earlier?” she asked in a low voice.

“General Morrison asked me to do it,” the man answered.

Suzanna was touched, but at the same time, her heart ached. It was hard not to love a man like this.

Sally should be so happy to be deeply loved by Nathan.

Suzanne was envious of her.

If only she could have just a fraction of that love. What would she have to do to achieve that in her next life?

As her thoughts ran away from her, she sighed. She took the bowl of sage, thanked the man, and went back to the villa.

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The next few days of living in Sudvilla were some of the most comfortable days she’d had in

three years.

She had housekeepers to take care of her meals, so all she needed to do was read, listen to music, sleep in, and generally enjoy her own company in the peace and quiet.

Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last long. A week later, an uninvited guest turned disrupted the calm.

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When Sally heard that Suzanne was living in Sudvilla, she hurried back to Phoenicia. She knew that Nathan would be away for work.

As soon as she entered, she pointed a finger at Suzanne and demanded, “Who let you in here? Who said you could touch my books?”

Suzanne closed the book she was reading and looked up calmly at Sally, who was livid. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She stood up and put the book away before turning to Sally. “Nathan said I could.” Sally clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her eyes were burning with rage as she said,

Sonne. I’ve tolerated you all this time for Nathan’s grandmother’s sake.”

“This house was renovated according to my preferences, including this large built–in bookshelf and all the books on it. This was supposed to be our marriage home,” she spat coldly. “If you hadn’t manipulated Madam Morrison and forced yourself between us, I would be in your place, as I should be!”

“I’ve known Nathan for 20 years. We love each other. Isn’t it enough for you to take him away from me? Now, you want to take my house and my books away from me. How could you be so shameless, Suzanne?”

If she didn’t know better, Suzanne would’ve thought that she was in the wrong from the way Sally was putting it.

But she hadn’t done anything wrong.

She was a victim too. She hadn’t known about Sally before she got married. She hadn’t even known that Nathan had been forced to marry her.

“I’m sorry for the bother,” she said impassively. “I’ll pack and leave right away.

She went back to her room, packed her clothes, took her phone, and came back down with a duffle bag.

She brushed past Sally and made for the door, but Sally suddenly grabbed her arm. Her glare

was vicious. “I’m not letting you leave just like that,” she said while smiling evilly.