The Wrong Woman

Chapter 24

Suzanne picked up the bowl of burning sage and walked back to the villa.

“Madam.”

She turned.

A man in a smart suit came up to her and gave her a polite nod as he handed her an envelope. “General Morrison told me to give you this.”

Suzanne took the letter. “What is it?” she asked curiously.

“I’m not sure,” the man said. “The general said that he will be away for business for the next few days, so if there’s anything you need, do let us know.”

Suzanne felt her heart clench when she heard that Nathan wouldn’t be home for some time.

She quickly pulled herself together and handed the bowl to the man. Then, she opened the envelope and pulled out a bank card.

There was a note with the card, written in firm handwriting. “The password to the door and the card is 1516117. I will be away indefinitely for business in Sunterland.”

Suzanne folded up the note and placed it in her pocket. She couldn’t stop running her fingers over the card as she stared at it. This belonged to Nathan.

Her heart felt heavy, in part due to longing and in part due to pining.

placed the sage for me earlier?” she asked in a low

Morrison asked me to do it,” the

at the same time, her heart ached. It was hard not to love

be so happy to be deeply loved by Nathan.

was envious

just a fraction of that love. What would she have to do to

ran away from her, she sighed. She took the bowl of

+15 BÔNUS

in Sudvilla were some of

three years.

had housekeepers to take care of her meals, so all she needed to do was read, listen to music, sleep in, and generally enjoy her own company in the peace and

peace didn’t last long. A week later, an uninvited guest turned disrupted the

up and

hurried back to Phoenicia. She

a finger at Suzanne and demanded, “Who let you in here? Who said you could

was reading and looked up calmly at Sally, who was livid.

before turning to Sally. “Nathan said I could.” Sally clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her eyes were burning with rage

tolerated you all this time for Nathan’s

it. This was supposed to be our marriage