The Wrong Woman

Suzanne saw how cautious Nathan was being and asked curiously,” Nathan, the previous DNA report was pretty credible too. Why did you still suspect that I’m not Suzanne York?”

Awe and surprise filled Nathan’s eyes. “A woman who doesn’t know how to cook or do chores ends up being skilled in the arts, in playing piano, and even flower arrangements.

“Not only that, but she’s knowledgeable in chemical science and foreign languages. She also enjoys increasing her knowledge by reading books.

“Someone like her may not necessarily be from a well-off family, but she definitely wouldn’t be from a poor background.”

Suzanne thought Nathan’s rationale was logical. She suddenly realized that his way of thinking was pretty different from others. Nathan would always look beneath the surface level.

So many people had a stereotypical impression of Suzanne after hearing about her past. They thought of her as a sleazy, immoral

woman.

Yet Nathan had always been respectful to her. He never attacked her or humiliated her because of her past.

Suzanne slowly closed the distance between them and looked up into his eyes. She began nervously, “Nathan, if…”

Nathan looked down. “Hm?”

Suzanne paused, heart tightening in her chest. Sweat beaded at her back. She mustered up all her courage, wanting to confess her feelings to Nathan.

Her voice grew soft, “If… I wasn’t Suzanne York…”

Nathan got anxious seeing Suzanne so hesitant. “Yes?”

“Would… Would you…”

Nathan patiently waited for Suzanne to finish her sentence. For some reason, he grew more anxious the longer it took.

Suzanne’s words caught in her throat. Her heart began pounding. She was so nervous her hands began sweating.

Would you like me, even a little?

Suzanne repeated the words she wanted to say in her mind, feeling her cheeks blush. In the end, she was still too shy to say it out loud.

She instead asked, “Would you help me find my real family?”

Nathan looked disappointed. So it wasn’t the question he had been hoping for.

Nathan felt awkward from his own misunderstanding. He looked away, saying, “Of course.”

His phone then rang.

Nathan glanced at the phone screen before going to the balcony to answer the call. Suzanne didn’t pay attention to his conversation over

the phone.

Not even half a minute later, Nathan walked back into the room with a

nervous, tense expression.

“I’m going to head out for a bit.” He went to the shelf to get his car

keys.

Suzanne knew whatever happened was a private affair given Nathan was using his own car. “What happened?”

“Sally attempted suicide,” Nathan said solemnly, walking past Suzanne.

Suzanne was stunned. Her heart sank.

Whether or not Nathan still loved Sally, the tender way he called her name and his nervousness still meant that he hadn’t completely let go of her.

Sally still had a special place in Nathan’s heart. He was just

disappointed in the woman she turned out to be. Yet the love he had for her would never go away.

Nathan had loved Sally for more than two decades. How could a love like that be so easily replaced?

The door shut behind Nathan as he left.

Suzanne stood where she was, her body seemingly frozen in place. She slowly closed her eyes.

Suzanne choked on her emotions, silently reminding herself to not have silly daydreams anymore.

She heaved a deep sigh and glanced up at the ceiling, blinking her moistened eyes. After the sadness passed, Suzanne took out her phone to make a call.