The Wrong Woman

The clock struck noon as Suzanne made her way back to the

Morrison Residence. She deliberately arrived late in hopes of avoiding any encounters with Sally.

Yet to her surprise, Sally was still in the house.

Upon entering, Sally approached with a feigned smile. “Welcome” back, Suzanne.”

Suzanne cringed at the sound of her name on Sally’s lips but maintained her composure, considering Nathan’s family was present.

“Mind joining us for a moment, Suzanne?” Florence beckoned.

Suzanne exchanged pleasantries with her in-laws before Wendy ushered her to the couch with Sally trailing behind.

The air crackled with tension, evident in the troubled express Florence and Gary, and the hesitant speech of the others. S something amiss, Suzanne had a bad hunch.

When Florence hesitated once more, Suzanne decisively asked, there something you need from me, Florence?”

Forced to respond, Florence wore a strained smile and deferred to Gary. “I’ll let Gary speak for me.”

Shocked, Gary shot Florence a glare and then deflected to Wendy instead. “Wendy will fill you in.”

Wendy appeared utterly bewildered. As Suzanne observed the Morrisons dancing around the issue she sensed trouble brewing. Were they pushing for her to divorce?

Feeling drained by the charade, Suzanne stated softly, “Just tell me. I

can handle it.”

The Morrisons exchanged uneasy glances before Wendy finally spoke up, “Sally has been diagnosed with depression. The doctor says it’s severe, and it’s affecting her emotions significantly.”

Inwardly scoffing, Suzanne doubted the authenticity of Sally’s diagnosis.

Wendy continued, “You know she’s living with her grandparents. However, her grandmother enjoys traveling with her friends while her grandfather is busy managing the family business.

“Her uncle has to work long hours at the hospital, so Sally always ends up alone at home. We worry about her mental health and-”

Suzanne interrupted, catching on to their intentions. “You want Ms. Hoffins to move in.”

The nods around the room confirmed her suspicion, leaving Suzanne feeling unsettled.

It was clear that Sally was using every opportunity to mak miserable until she cracked. It seemed that Sally was detern drive her away from the Morrison Residence.

Sensing Suzanne’s dismay, Florence rushed to explain. “Don’t misunderstand, Suzanne. Nathan’s hardly ever home, so Sally’s presence won’t disrupt your life. She just doesn’t want to feel lonely and decided to seek companionship here.”

Suzanne found herself unable to argue. She had no say in the matter, despite the family’s attempt at consideration. They left her no choice but to accept. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Do as you wish,” Suzanne murmured resignedly.

When Sally heard that, her face lit up with a bright smile. “See? I knew Suzanne wouldn’t object.”

Suzanne turned to Sally and caught a glimpse of malice in the latter’s

eyes.

Recognizing Sally’s true nature, she couldn’t help but feel a chill running down her spine. She doubted she could find peace in the Morrison Residence in the future.

A surge of anger simmered within Suzanne as she clenched her fists with unwavering determination. She refused to yield to the looming threat, especially when Nathan remained indifferent to her allure.’

Suzanne made a firm decision to stand up and fight back.

Despite lacking expertise in scheming or underhanded tactics, Suzanne was determined to educate herself in the strategies needed to outwit Sally.

Armed with her resolution, she mustered a polite smile and endured the unpleasant meal with Sally. Following dinner, she retreated to her room and freshened up before immersing in her studies.

Turning to online resources, Suzanne delved into psychology bo and forums, seeking strategies to combat Sally’s deceit.

She stocked up on books about safeguarding marriages and thwarting calculated adversaries, purchasing every psychology resource available online.

For the next two weeks, Suzanne immersed herself in her studies, rarely emerging from her room except for meals and the occasional drink.

Fueled by her dedication, she burned the midnight oil and diligently filled the notebooks with her newfound knowledge.