The Wrong Woman

Chapter 183

"Let's talk." Nathan's tone was soft, and his gaze was laced with gentleness.

Suzanne lowered her head. "My lawyer already informed you clearly. There's nothing to talk about between us," she replied.

His fist tightened, and his voice hardened slightly. "You promised me," he said. "You said you wouldn't threaten to divorce again."

She lifted her head and looked at him before replying angrily, "You also promised me you'd cut ties with Sally Hoffis."

"I haven't been in contact with her at all," he clarified firmly.

Upset, she clenched her fists. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. So, he was still so in love with her despite no longer being in contact?

Nathan was all she could think about when she was on the brink of death. Yet, this man chose to save his unattainable crush, who could swim, and abandoned her.

It pained her every time she recalled the memory.

"Without Oliver, I'd be your dead wife by now," she choked out.

Nathan grew panicked. "Without Oliver, I'd save both."

Suzanne held back her tears and forced a stiff smile on her face. She then said coldly, "Thank you, but Sally knows how to swim. How concerned were you that she'd drown?"

He approached her with a heavy heart. "She used to be aquaphobic and didn't know how to swim," he replied. "I don't know when she got over her phobia and even picked up swimming."

She trudged backward while furiously declaring, "Don't you dare take another step. Stay away from me."

"Please give me a chance to explain, Suzy." He was almost begging at this point.

What good would an explanation do? It wouldn't change a thing. He'd hurt her over and over again because of Sally Hoffis.

It didn't matter anymore. You could take a horse to the water, but you can't make it drink. She didn't want to force an outcome.

Besides, she wasn't Suzanne York to begin with. Even if they insisted on continuing this marriage, it would all become void once her true identity was revealed.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"I don't want to take this to court, Nathan. Let's just agree to settle." Her voice was strained as she stared at him with tear-filled eyes.

Nathan's chest felt so constricted it hurt. Upon seeing how adamant Suzanne was with the divorce, his eyes reddened as he growled, "I won't agree to the divorce."

Suzanne felt physically unwell from the rage she felt. She tightened her fists and warned him in mild fury, "Don't push it, Nathan Morrison. We're married on paper, but we're not a legitimate couple."

"Then let's become one. As long as you want to, I'd do it anytime," he replied.

She lowered her head, and her tears fell to the floor. Her arms stiffened, and her hands clenched tightly into trembling fists.

"I don't want to," she softly choked out, repeating those words, "I don't want to. I don't want to."

Suzanne started sobbing, the words never leaving her mouth. Her shoulders were shaking as well. Her heart felt like it was being ripped into two.

Nathan loved Sally so much. A woman he had loved for more than 20 years constantly hovering around them—it'd soon drive her mad.

She wouldn't have cared if she didn't love the man so deeply. It was as Sienna said—love wasn't needed in a marriage as long as companionship, duty and money existed.

However, Suzanne couldn't do it. She loved Nathan too much to allow another woman to be in his life.

Nathan approached her and pulled her into his tight embrace. He lightly parted his lips and drew a deep breath. It felt as though someone was slicing into his heart, and it hurt so much he couldn't muster the strength to explain.