The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



Nathaniel and Freya were swept up by the crowd, walking in circles, laughing, and performing their traditional dance. Fireworks exploded overhead, filling the sky with dazzling colors.

Worried that Freya might get worn out, Nathaniel led her out of the crowd. They stood by a smaller bonfire, watching the revelers inside cheer and laugh, feeling that this was what a real home should be.

"Freya," Nathaniel turned to face her and slowly knelt down on one knee, holding a handful of roasted peanuts. He looked up at her with a sincere expression, "Freya, marry me! Let's have another child together!"

Freya was taken aback. Nathaniel had proposed before, but that time she was just acting.

This time, he wanted a genuine response from her.

"Freya, will you marry me?" Nathaniel asked seriously.

Freya looked at the man kneeling in front of her, his eyes reflecting the brilliance of fireworks and sparks. The sound of firecrackers in Hoover Village seemed to shatter the barriers between them. Freya wanted to laugh, but tears streamed down her face instead.

She stared at Nathaniel and asked, "Nathaniel, can you accept Killian Gomez's daughter as your wife? My father may have killed your father and forced your mother to her death. Can you accept that?"

Nathaniel's smile faltered for a moment, and he forced a bitter smile, "Freya, I didn't push your father off the 28th floor."

Freya's brow furrowed deeply.

Nathaniel continued, "But I did watch him fall."

"He asked me to spare your family, but I couldn't control what happened next."

"Back then, my heart was filled with hatred. I wanted everyone in the Shen family dead. Three years ago, that was truly how I felt."

"But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Your mother's and your brother's car accident wasn't my doing, and I didn't kill Jacob. Would you believe me? They all seemed to die by accident, and I had no hand in it."

"Only you were different. I was deceived by Abigail into thinking you were as evil as your father. I wanted you to pay the price, not knowing you were pregnant at the time. I..."

"Nathaniel, what if I don't say yes?" Freya asked slowly.

Nathaniel went speechless momentarily, staring at her. He then pulled out a pistol from his coat, startling Freya.

Nathaniel was extremely cautious that he always carried a gun on him when his bodyguards weren't around. He feared retribution from his old enemies.

But seeing him pull out a gun in front of her still made her anxious. The next second, Nathaniel placed the gun in Freya's hand.

He tightly gripped her hand, pressing

the cold muzzle against his own

forehead. He looked up at her intensely, "If you can't let it go, then shoot me. Let's end everything, once and for all."

"Freya!"

Nathaniel looked at her, "Either kill me or marry me. You have to choose."

The wind howled around them, cold and piercing, making Nathaniel's words sound raw and raspy. He remained kneeling before her, awaiting her judgment.

Only the two of them were by the

fire, while the rest of the village danced around the larger bonfire. But a few people started walking towards them, perhaps seeking a quieter spot amidst the crowd. noveldrama

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Seeing the villagers approaching, Freya's hand holding the gun began to tremble. Nathaniel, however, remained as still as a statue, looking up at the woman who would decide his fate.

"Freya, I've told you before, you are my fate that I can never escape."