The Wrong Woman

Chapter 38

It was then Sally noticed the embroidery that Suzanne had yet to put

away.

She was shocked to find out that Suzanne was insanely talented to the point that she could embroider a famous painting onto the sewing hoop. Not a detail was out of place, and the image looked as amazing as the real deal.

"Did you embroider it yourself?" Sally pointed at the embroidery while sounding jealous.

Suzanne quickly snapped out of her trance. She strode over to the embroidery and started packing it up hurriedly.

Her panic drove her to move as quickly as she could, but Sally was faster. The latter dug out a bottle of red liquid from her handbag and splashed it onto the embroidery hoop.

The sudden destruction shocked Suzanne to her core. She was

unable to stop the liquid from seeping through the.fabric, causing the pattern to be dyed red instantly.

Enraged by Sally's actions, Suzanne asked, "Have you lost your r

Sally just smirked in response. Clearly, she couldn't care less ab Suzanne. Afterward, she dumped the remaining liquid onto Suzann new dress.

Poor Suzanne was so stunned she froze completely.

She gripped her ruined embroidery so tightly that her hand trembled slightly. Tears blurred her vision as she stared at the dress on the bed, which was already stained red. The sight broke her heart. Vera's gift that Suzanne had worked tirelessly on for half a month, as

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hair with all her might. Just like that, she forcibly pushed Sally out of

her apartment.

Right after she slammed the door in Sally's face, she made sure to lock it immediately.

Sally's barrage of insults and swears followed suit. "You fucking

bitch! No one has ever dared to pull me by my hair! Just you wait, Suzanne! I'll make you regret your decision! Go to hell, you fucking

cunt!"

Eventually, Sally started turning the air blue with curses that could put a sailor to shame. Her current behavior was eons away from her typical cute and innocent persona.

Suzanna ignored Sally's crazed behavior. She walked over to the bed. moodily, her eyes still glued to the mess in her room.

Should she really skip out on vera's birthday banquet? Would her background and identity bring shame to Nathan and Vera, just like what Sally had said?

Even if Suzanne was undeserving of becoming Nathan's wife, why couldn't Sally just talk it out with her Why must Sally resort to such extreme methods just to ruin the things Suzanne treasured? As Suzanne sank into her thoughts, two teardrops slowly rolled d her pale cheeks silently.

She took deep breaths as she tilted her head upward and closed he eyes. Her palm found its way to her eyes and clamped over them, as

well as the tears.

It was her way of forcing herself not to cry. Her thin shoulders quivered slightly under the pressure.

The agony and sorrow seizing Suzanne's heart were so strong that she was about to break down.

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