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Nathan Strong was conversing with Angela, the daughter of an important client.

She was a beautiful but capricious woman, the only reason he had agreed to go with her was because her father had asked him very politely, a long time ago.

At that time, he didn't have a companion, but then Suzanne arrived and he wished to send Angela to hell to take his wife.

He hadn't seen her since Thursday night and it was killing him, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Nathan looked up and thought he was hallucinating because that girl was identical to his Suzanne. He forced himself to look at her again and reality hit him.

It wasn't a hallucination, it was really her. His sweet wife looked like an angel in that white dress with her hair down.

"She's a goddess," he whispered to himself.

His brow furrowed when he saw the guy holding her waist. He knew that guy; he had picked her up from the company more than once.

Rage coursed through his body, and he wanted to go there and separate her from him, but he wasn't an impulsive man and told himself he would talk to her later.

He took the glass the waiter offered him and drank it in one gulp, never taking his eyes off his wife for a second.

"Nathan," Angela called him, and he looked at her, not understanding.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"It's time for your speech."

He nodded and looked to where Suzanne was, but she was no longer there.

They had gone to another part of the hall, accompanied by the two handsome men who didn't take their eyes off her for a second. Definitely, Suzanne was the sensation of the night.

"We'd better take our seats," Dylan suggested.

They sat at a table in the back. Then they saw Nathan take the stage and give his speech about the progress of the foundation and the new projects.

When he finished, everyone stood up and applauded. He descended from the stage, and that redhead threw herself enthusiastically into his arms in front of everyone.

Suzanne apologized to the guys and almost ran to the restroom, feeling a huge lump in her throat and tears quickly welling up in her eyes.

She no longer had any doubts, she had fallen in love with him.

"Excuse me, I need to handle something," Nathan said, separating himself from the slippery redhead.

"Wait, handsome, I have a better idea," she said, coyly. "Let's go somewhere more private, shall we?" she proposed shamelessly. "Besides, I've heard you're a sex god, and tonight I want to find out."

Nathan looked at her with no expression on his face, cold and serious as many knew him in the professional sphere.

If he had received such a proposition in other times, he wouldn't have hesitated, but now all he wanted was to find Suzanne and get her out of there, even if he had to drag her away.

"I'm sorry, Angela, but I can't, apologize to your father for me," he said before walking away, leaving her gaping at being rejected.

Nathan approached the table where he had seen Suzanne, but there was no trace of her, although he sensed where he might find her and smiled with satisfaction.

She had just touched up her makeup and was about to leave the restroom when a strong hand prevented her from doing so.

He locked the door before entering, leaving her surprised and annoyed.

"What are you doing here?" Nathan asked, his voice coming out harsher than he intended. He had been very upset to see her there with that man.

"What do you care?" Suzanne replied, trying to hold back tears.

"Even dares to claim me," she thought angrily.

"I remind you that you belong to me, doll," he said, also annoyed. "You must obey me, so answer quickly."

"And I remind you, Mr. Strong, that you said I could take the weekend off. Now let go of me, I have to go back," she snapped rudely.

But he didn't let go of her; in fact, he tightened his grip.

"I'm serious," he said with danger in his voice, which she detected, managing to scare her.

"I-I do too," Suzanne tried to sound firm, but her voice failed her.

"Damn it! Speak up, Suzanne, what are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"I don't have to explain everything I do," she replied coldly. "Anyway, you don't have to worry, Mr. Strong, no one will know that I'm your fake wife. If you're worried about being seen with me, as soon as I leave here, I'll act like I don't know you."

"What are you...?" But she didn't let him speak and broke away abruptly.

"The last thing I want is to embarrass you," she turned her back, clenching her fists. "I suggest you leave before someone sees you here with me, it would surely be very humiliating for you."

She said the last part in a whisper, but he managed to hear it.

She felt like she would burst into tears again at any moment, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in that pathetic situation.

"Wait," he said, finally understanding. "Do you think I'm ashamed of you?" he added, unable to believe it.

"I don't think so, I'm sure of it," Suzanne sighed. "It's understandable, you're a business magnate and I'm just a simple employee. I'm not at your level like that girl you were with before..." she said, and cursed herself for saying that last part.

She couldn't humiliate herself any further.

"How naive you are," he said, smiling.

More tears escaped from her eyes, and she pushed him, trying to get out of there, but he stopped her. Furious and sad, she started hitting his firm chest with closed fists.

Nathan did nothing to stop her, and after a few minutes, she calmed down. She felt exhausted and embarrassed for losing her temper like that.

She stood there, looking at the floor. She didn't want to see him; she imagined Nathan was too furious.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked in a velvety voice.

She looked up and observed him; he didn't seem upset. He raised his hand, and Suzanne closed her eyes, expecting to feel the blow that never came.

Instead, she felt a gentle caress like the feather of a bird.

"I would never hit a woman, but above all, I would never be ashamed of you, Suzanne," Nathan clarified. "You're beautiful."

"I'm not..."

"Look at yourself, you're perfect," he smiled half-heartedly. "Didn't you notice the looks that were cast upon you when you entered the hall? You don't know how much I wished you were here by my side; I wanted you to be my companion, but I had already given my word to Angela's father."

She felt her heart beat faster at his words, but when she heard the name of that woman, she couldn't help feeling jealous.

"Then why are you here?" she frowned, annoyed. "Go with that Angela, she's probably not even a natural redhead, not even her breasts must be."

He laughed at that comment and avoided contradicting her. He found it very amusing to see her angry face.

"I wouldn't leave you here for anything, Suzanne," he looked into her eyes intensely, in a way that gave her chills. "Do you want to stay with me at the event, honey?"

She looked at him astonished without saying anything; she never imagined he would say something like that to her.

"I'm glad to have you here, Suzie," he said softly, before claiming her lips gently..