The Wrong Woman

Suzanne shot Sally a cold look. “What do you want?”

Sally shrugged. “Nothing. I just wanted to ask when are you planning to divorce Nate?”

Suzanne brushed past her. “We don’t plan on getting a divorce.”

Sally snorted and hurriedly blocked Suzanne’s path. “Do you seriously think you’re worthy to be by his side? Who do you think you are? You’ll only embarrass Nate if he’s seen with you. The person Nate likes is me. You’re the third wheel in our relationship.”

Suzanne quelled her anger and explained calmly, “Three years ago, Grandma told Nathan to marry me. But he decided to wait for your return and rejected Grandma’s decision.”

Sally was surprised by this.

Suzanne continued, “A year had passed between your return and the day Nathan and I got married, right? If he liked you, why didn’t he marry you? Why did he choose to marry me instead?”

“That’s…” Sally was at a loss for words.

Suzanne added, “That’s because he had no intention of marrying you.”

Sally stomped her foot in frustration. “Bullshit.”

“If he still loved you, he would divorce me and marry you,” Suzanne stated.

Sally clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. “Did he say he likes you?”

“No,” Suzanne confessed. She only hoped that Sally would leave her alone.

Sally felt triumphant at the news. “I thought so. No man would want a used toy.”

Suzanne sucked in a deep breath. Why should she lower herself to Sally’s level? It was exhausting enough to talk to someone like Sally.

Suzanne ignored Sally and pushed past her, making a beeline for the elevator.

Sally followed Suzanne into the elevator.

When the door closed, Suzanne pressed the button for the first floor. She stood rigid as she stared at the descending floor numbers.

Sally leaned against the side of the lift. A dark glint flashed in her eyes. “Where are you going?”

Suzanne didn’t answer her.

Sally provoked, “Can you not stand the idea of being alone? Is that why you’re going out to hunt for a man?”

Suzanne clenched her fists until the wound on her palm throbbed. She gritted her teeth. “Please watch your words, Sally. Don’t push you

luck.”

Sally raised a brow and sneered. “I’m just telling the truth.”

Suzanne felt anger boiling within her.

Sally was from a prestigious family. Yet she was lacking in mann and didn’t act like a well-raised lady. On the contrary, Sally was

and arrogant.

It really bothered Suzanne..

The elevator reached the first floor, and Suzanne hurried out. She speed-walked past the lobby.

Sally suddenly ran up to Suzanne and grabbed her arm. Sally leaned it

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Suzanne paled. She finally had enough. She raised her hand and struck Sally across the face.

The loud slap echoed through the large space.

After Suzanne slapped Sally, the wound on her palm tore apart and

she felt a sharp, searing pain. Tears welled up in her eyes and she trembled with anger.

Instead of getting angry herself, Sally sneered triumphantly.

Seeing Sally’s smug look, Suzanne grew anxious and quickened her

pace.

Sally chased after her relentlessly.

Suzanne ran out of the lobby and was greeted by a short flight of

stairs outside. At the end of the stairs were two soldiers with their

backs to her.