The Wrong Woman

Vera patted Suzanne on the head fondly and smiled. “Your husband is here.”

Suzanne paused, and her face paled.

Vera pointed toward the house. “He’s in there.”

Suzanne turned to look in a panic.

Was he here to get revenge on behalf of his beloved Sally? Or was he here to divorce her?

“You slept here last night,” Vera said in a low voice. “I think he missed you, so he’s here/ take you home.”

Suzanne forced out a smile and tried not to let her bitterness show.

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Vera didn’t know about the fiasco that was their relationship. She thought that they were a loving couple.

Under Vera’s instruction, Suzanne helped her back to the mansion. As soon as they entered, Nathan came out of his room.

Vera beamed. “Come here, Nate, come.”

“Grandma.” Nathan approached them and greeted Vera.

He was in casual clothing. His black shirt accentuated his dignified presence.

Suzanne couldn’t help the twinge of attraction she felt toward him, despite her loathing. She didn’t want to see him or speak to him.

Nathan lowered his eyes when he saw that Suzanne was with Vera.

He had always been cold and serious. He wasn’t good at communicating if it wasn’t giving

orders.

He dropped his gaze to Suzanne’s hands, feeling guilty at the sight of the wounds there.

For a moment, the tension in the atmosphere was almost palpable.

Nathan cleared his throat. “Are your hands okay?” he asked gently.

Suzanne drew back and clenched her fists slightly. “They’re fine,” she said curtly while still feeling too upset for niceties.

Vera frowned. She took Suzanne’s hand and showed Nathan her palms. “They’re not fine. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Look at this. Her hands are all scratched up,” she said unhappily. “She told me she tripped on the road and scraped herself. It’s not just her hands; her knees are bleeding too.

“She cried so badly when I was treating her wounds yesterday. She cried for two hours straight, you know? Her eyes were all swollen. If I didn’t know that you were hurt, I’d have thought you lost your husband.”

Suzanne pulled her hand away awkwardly. “I didn’t,” she mumbled. “Don’t spread rumors, Grandma.”

Nathan was uneasy with guilt. He took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket and handed it to Suzanne. “This will help heal your wounds.”

Suzanne stared at the bottle of ointment in his hands. She made no move to take it. ”

Thanks, but no thanks,” she said curtly.

Nathan recoiled slightly. He pursed his lips and let out a breath before placing the bottle on the table.

He felt even more guilty now.

Suzanne helped Vera over to the sofa in the living room. Nathan followed them and sat beside her.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me, Grandma,” Suzanne said softly..

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Vera was taken aback. “Your husband is here. Aren’t you going to spend time with him?”

“He doesn’t need me,” Suzanne replied sullenly.

With that, she turned and left.

Nathan did not speak, but his eyes followed Suzanne as she left.

Vera saw the guilt in his eyes and smiled knowingly.