The Wrong Woman

Suzanne was overwhelmed with shame and discomfort when her

thoughts laid bare. She gradually lowered her head.

Fuming in anger, Nathan let go of her hand and uttered, “If you want a divorce, just tell me. I won’t make you stay. Don’t use tactics like this. to upset me.”

Tears began to well up in Suzanne’s eyes, burdened by a heart heavy with pain and sorrow. She bit her lip and struggled against the urge to

cry.

Leaving Nathan was not her desire, but she felt powerless to change the direction of their relationship. She grappled with the weight of not wanting to be defined by a troubled past she couldn’t undo.

Yet, she found herself trapped. Every day felt like a battle for survival, and she felt like a soul slowly withering away.

Nathan picked up on her profound sadness, and his own heart sank in response. Realizing he had been too harsh in his words, his gaze softened as he looked at her.

In a gentle tone, Nathan said, “Share what’s troubling you.”

Suzanne stayed quiet, and Nathan’s expression darkened. He watched her, head still bowed, until he noticed a tear slipping away.

A jolt of concern hit Nathan. He hurried over to Suzanne and lifted her. With her petite frame and head still lowered, Nathan couldn’t see her face even after helping her up.

Nathan couldn’t help but feel a heavy sadness in his chest. He hadn’t felt this kind of pain since he saw a woman cry a decade ago.

Nathan asked, concerned, “Why are you crying?”

Suzanne struggled to hold back her tears, but they kept coming. The weight of her cursed identity and the fear that Nathan might be the cause of her death in the future flooded her with sorrow.

Unsure of how to help Suzanne, Nathan simply went for it and pulled her into a warm, comforting hug. Suzanne was taken aback by the strength of his embrace.

Surprisingly, her tears dried up, and she couldn’t believe she was leaning on Nathan’s broad, cozy chest.

She stood there a bit stiff with hands hanging by her sides and blinked away the last of her tears. Her heart thumped like a drum in

her chest.

Suzanne noticed Nathan’s heart racing. However, she was unsure if it was just her ears playing tricks or if he was nervous.

Nathan gently lowered his head down and closed his eyes to breathe in the subtle, sweet fragrance of Suzanne’s hair. Her soft and comforting presence eased the ache in his heart that had lingered for over ten days.

The emptiness and restlessness that had been bothering him latel seemed to disappear in this precious moment.

Amidst the sweet smell of flowers, their hug felt beautiful and

heartwarming. Suzanne blushed, feeling like her heart was about to

burst.

“I’m done crying. Can you let go of me?” Suzanne said with a gentle

voice.

Nathan hesitated before slowly letting go. Suzanne stepped back and stared at him with a puzzled look in her eyes. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Her eyes were shimmering with tears, which made her look especially pitiful. The recent hug had left her in shock, and she couldn’t shake

off the feeling.

Suzanne couldn’t fathom why Nathan had hugged her. Hugging, in her mind, was reserved for close, romantic relationships.

Feeling uneasy under her intense stare, Nathan cleared his throat and asked, “What made you cry?”

Suzanne remained quiet.

Nathan’s brow furrowed as he continued, “Was it because I spoke to you a bit harshly earlier?”

It dawned on Suzanne that she had never witnessed Nathan hugging Sally, no matter how desperately she cried. Yet, he had embraced her just because she shed a few tears.

“Why did you hug me just now?” Suzanne asked.