The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 62

"You’re an educator, yet you don't have the answer for the question you've asked," pausing, he shifted

a bit in his seat and fixed his posture as he continued, "you still have much to learn and improve on,

don’t you think so, my wife?"

Summer was rendered speechless.

'He called me his wife so publicly...,' feeling surprised, she thought.

Despite feeling a pang of pain, Raine still plastered a soft smile on her face. No one except for herself

could tell how much her heart hurts at that moment.

'He didn’t even spare me a single glance ever since I've returned,' she thought bitterly. 1

'And yet they look so happy and blissful interacting with each other.'

After breakfast, Raine had insisted on taking a cab to the municipal office as she had claimed that it

was not that far away.

Since she seemed persistent in going by herself, Summer did not press her to stay any further, and

after they bid their farewells, Raine left.

She had worn a black cardigan paired with a long frilly skirt, and it swayed as she walked. As though

she came out of a painting, she looked beautiful and divine.

Summer admired Raine while watching her walk off, and she thought to herself, 'Never have I seen

someone so gorgeous even while they're just walking.'

As they drove to their destination, Summer looked around, and the roads seem familiar to her. Feeling

something was amiss, she asked Mark, "Why are we heading to my parents' house?”

"You will find out later," he simply replied without saying much. Having parked their car, they went

ahead to the apartment.

Keeping silent, she followed closely behind him as her heart filled with worry and doubt.

Passing by the third floor, Mark continued to climb up the stairs to the fourth floor, which left Summer

feeling puzzled as her parents' house was on the third floor.

'We’re going to the fourth floor?' she thought quizzically.

Recollecting that Mark has brought her here to confront the person behind her setup, she then realized

there was someone she knew who lived on the fourth floor-her best friend, Nancy.

Her heart started to pound as she thought about it. Her footsteps quickened as she caught up to him

and grabbed the corners of his shirt. Feeling distressed, she asked, "Are you sure? Do you have

proof?"

"What do you think?” he questioned her.

She looked into his eyes and clenched her fists. Then, she walked past him straight to Nancy's front

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Summer easily pushed the door open as it wasn’t locked. As she stepped into Nancy's home, she saw

her packing her bags and suitcases.

With Nancy's back facing her, she asked, "Where are you going?"

Nancy jolted upon hearing her voice. She tried to ease her nerves before turning to face her friend with

a look of feigned worry plastered on her face.

"Why are you here? Are you feeling alright? I was so worried about you that day!"

Summer watched Nancy coldly as she spoke and asked, "Were you?"

"Of course!"

Nancy sounded sincere, but her eyes did not meet Summer's. Her head hung low as she gave

Summer a onceover.

When she spotted a familiar, tall, and toned silhouette by the door, her face drained of color, and as if

she got struck by lightning, her body became numb and froze i n place.

Mark had remained outside waiting by the door nonchalantly.

Summer pushed away Nancy's hold on her hands when she saw the change in her expressions. She

demanded, "So what made you do it? Tell me, right now."

Nancy smirked, and in a sarcastic tone, she scorned Summer, "Why don't you think what you have

done? That will solve your mystery.”

"Is it because I lied about you that one time?” Summer asked as that was the only time she wronged

Nancy.

Since everything is exposed, there was no need for Nancy to hide the truth any longer.