The Wrong Woman

Suzanne lowered her head with a smile on her face as she replied, ”

Okay.”

Nathan let out a sigh of relief. Though he was reluctant to end the call, there was a meeting in progress.

“If there’s nothing else, I should go,” Nathan said.

A wave of disappointment swept over Suzanne. “Would he really end the call after just two minutes? How did other long-distance couples manage to talk for hours, or even half a day?” she pondered.

But she soon realized that those conversations were reserved for couples deeply in love. There was no such affection between her and Nathan. Even if he had the time, he wouldn’t indulge in romantic exchanges with her.

“Alright.” Suzanne’s voice carried a hint of sadness as she murmured softly, “Bye.”

With the call ended, Suzanne set her phone aside and turned to ga out the window, a mixture of uncertainty and longing swirling with

her.

“Would Nathan send someone to pick me up tomorrow?” Suzanne wondered, a glimmer of hope flickering in her heart.

The following day arrived. Suzanne rose early, got ready, and prepared for Nathan’s call. She waited at home and occasionally glanced outside to see if a vehicle from the military base had come to fetch

her.

But as noon approached, Nathan’s call remained absent. Instead,

Suzanne was surprised by the arrival of Sally and Oliver with a handful of gifts.

Even if the Morrison family didn’t favor Sally, they would still warmly welcome them because of Oliver.

They were the people Suzanne wanted to see least, so she slipped away to sit by the pool in the garden, quietly waiting for someone from the military base to pick her up

As time ticked by, Suzanne grew tired of sitting and started pacing by

the poolside, her heart filled with anticipation.

“I never thought I’d lose to you,” a familiar voice sounded behind

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Turning around, she saw Sally, her arms crossed, striding toward her with an air of arrogance. Sally’s sharp gaze was filled with venomous

hatred.

However, Suzanne felt no fear.

Stopping a meter away from her, Sally sneered, her words dripping with malice, “Look at you, frail and fragile. You must have some skills to have conquered the Morrison family so quickly and ever

Nathan.”

“Conquered?” Suzanne wondered.

Suzanne couldn’t help but scoff at Sally’s words, her patience

dwindling as she inquired, “What exactly are you trying to say?”

Sally’s-stare turned frigid, her jaw clenched with resentment. “You’ve ruined all my plans. All I want is to kill you right now!”

Suzanne frowned, puzzled. “Plans? What plans?”

Sally’s countenance grew even darker. “My plan to marry Nathan. It’s been my dream since childhood, and it’s what I’ve been working

toward.”

With a dismissive shake of her head, Suzanne turned to walk away.

But before she could take a few steps, Sally lunged at her, gripping Suzanne’s long hair and forcefully pulling her toward the poolside.

“Ahh!” Suzanne cried out, grasping her scalp in agony. “Let me go!”

Sally’s sole intent at that instant was to end Suzanne’s life. Sally dragged her to the pool’s edge and shoved her in with all her might.

With a splash, Suzanne fell into the pool. She submerged into the depths of the pond with water engulfing her entirely, flooding into her mouth and nose.

Panic seized Suzanne, enveloping her like a demon in the darkness. She struggled desperately against the water, her fear growing as she bobbed up and down. She couldn’t catch her breath and her body trembled and rigid with tension.

In her struggle, Suzanne’s head broke the surface of the water, but Sally remained by the poolside, pressing down on Suzanne’s head in a frantic attempt to drown her.

Suzanne fought back fiercely. She grappled with Sally in the using every ounce of her strength to resist.

With another splash, Sally was dragged into the pool. However, was an adept swimmer. Sally dragged Suzanne to the center of t pool, pressing her head downward once more.