The Wrong Woman

Suzanne was creeped out. “What do you want?”

Sally smirked at her coldly. “Nathan is on his way home. Did you know that there are no surveillance cameras in this house apart from the doorway, since this is where he meets other countries‘ dignitaries?”

A horrible feeling crept up Suzanne’s back. Her hair seemed to stand on end when she saw Sally’s terrifying expression.

Before she could react, Sally rushed over to the bookshelf and swept all the books to the ground haphazardly. Then, she slapped herself hard several times until there was a red mark in the shape of a hand on her face.

Suzanne watched all this in shock. She was frightened by her actions.

She’d known about Sally’s underhanded tricks before this, but she really hadn’t expected that Sally would be willing to hurt herself just to frame her.

Nathan loved Sally with all his heart. He wouldn’t believe Suzanne’s explanation, especially since her reputation was already ruined..

There was no way out of this.

While gritting her teeth, she said angrily, “You’re insane, Sally. You’d hurt yourself just to frame me. You’re out of your mind!”

Sally narrowed her eyes and stalked toward her.

Suzanne backed away warily. “Does Nathan know that you’re so evil?”

Sally scoffed. “You should’ve done more research before marrying Nathan, Suzanne. Everyone who knows Nathan knows that he has a childhood friend whom he has loved for many years. You can’t even understand how much he loves me.

“To him, I am kind, naive, and perfect. That’s another thing you’ll never understand. Do you think he’ll ever be suspicious of me, given how much he loves me?”

Suzanne felt suffocated. She didn’t want to hear any more of this, so she turned and left.

Sally raced after her and grabbed her at the door. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Just then, an armored car drove into the driveway.

Sally saw the car and began crying. “I’m sorry, Suzanne, I’m really not a homewrecker. I’m not. I didn’t ruin your marriage!

“Let go of me, you madwoman!” Suzanne tried to push her away.

Sally kept a tight grip on her and cried harder.

The car braked with a screech, and the car door was quickly slammed shut.

Sally sobbed at Nathan, who stood behind Suzanne. “Nate, I’m really not a homewrecker. Why did Suzanne hit me?”

Nathan saw the red marks on Sally’s face as she cried.

He went up to them, grabbed Suzanne’s arm, and wrenched her away.

He did not hold back his strength.

By the force of the pull, Suzanne lost her balance and fell off the steps of the front door.

She landed on her hands and knees. She gasped in pain as her skin scraped against the ground. Tears sprung in her eyes due to the pain.

Sprawled on the ground, she felt as if she’d been stabbed in the heart multiple times.

She bit her lip and held back her tears even as her throat burned with unspoken sobs.

When Nathan realized what he had done, he looked at her and paused.

Suzanne met his cold gaze in despair.

Nathan hadn’t meant to hurt her. His eyes drifted down to her palms, which were bleeding.

After a dazed moment, he shook off his sympathy and snapped, “I’ve warned you before, Suzanne. How dare you continue to hurt Sally!”

Suzanne’s heart ached as she choked out through the pain, “Nathan Morrison, you haven’t seen her for ten years. Do you really know her? Do you really think she’s that kind and naive? She’s framed me several times before. She’s nothing but a calculative bitch!”