The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



This vulnerability was a rare sight, visible only to those closest to Nathaniel.

To outsiders, he appeared as a lofty figure, but only Frey saw his true self.

His paranoia, his weakness, his madness, and all his human strengths and flaws laid bare.

Frey felt a pang of guilt. She didn't fully understand why her father had acted as he did, whether his actions were truly driven by a woman or if revenge had taken such a drastic toll.

But she knew that even revenge couldn't justify causing someone's death.

She gazed at the photos in the frame and, alongside Nathaniel, bowed at them.

Nathaniel held Frey's hand tightly, speaking to the photos with a smile, "Mom, Dad, I got married today and you have a daughter-in-law now. Don't worry."noveldrama

He added, "When our son grows up, I'll make sure he pays his respects to you as well."

Frey forced a bitter smile. Her health was deteriorating, making the prospect of having another child seem unlikely.

After paying respects to them, they visited Nathaniel's childhood room on the first floor.

Nathaniel sat cross-legged on the carpet and showed Frey the toys he had played with at five years old.

It was clear that he had enjoyed a joyful childhood here, a stark contrast to the upheaval that followed.

This room represented a tender part of Nathaniel's heart, a soft spot that remained despite the dramatic changes in his life.

Their fates intertwined in a complex dance, pulling them together from distant places and leading them to Saeville to marry after many twists and turns.

It seemed like a cruel twist of fate.

A month later, Frey and Nathaniel's wedding was set to take place in the castle in Stanna.

Even before the event officially began, the media hype had reached a fever pitch.

Nathaniel and Frey arrived at the

et

castle on a private plane. The local media had gathered to cover their arrival, turning it into a global media spectacle.

Though Nathaniel wasn't fond of such grand displays, he remained silent as Frey's wishes took priority.

She wanted a grand celebration, and he was more than willing to make it happen if it brought her joy.

The main organizers, Koen and

Peyton, were overwhelmed with

tasks, while Frey and Nathan

enjoyed a rare moment of relaxation on the terrace.

Frey painted, and Nathaniel worked on important company documents.

Despite their busy lives, even their wedding felt like a major event.

Feeling restless, Frey suggested, "It's so boring! How about we go shopping? I've seen some shops with a strong artistic vibe."

Nathaniel turned off his video conference and, despite the protests from the other end, ended the call.

He removed his headphones, walked over to Frey, and kissed her forehead.

"Let's go. I'll have Koen arrange for the car."

"I want to walk there," Frey said, meeting his gaze steadily. Nathaniel's concern flashed momentarily.

"Alright, if you prefer to walk, we'll walk. But driving out could be more fun."

Frey smiled. "If you don't want to drive, I'll walk with you."

Nathaniel chuckled softly, his fingers

brushing Frey's cheek. His eyes softened with affection. "Frey, you're becoming more beautiful and charming every day."

Frey felt a bit shy but was pleased by the compliment.

They changed into casual sportswear, including a trendy couple's outfit Frey had picked. As they walked down the street, their presence attracted admiring glances from passersby.