The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 512

Nathaniel’s brow furrowed deeply, his eyes narrowing as he confronted Hudson’s audacious remark. “What do you mean?” he demanded, a sharp edge to his voice.

Koen and Ozzy exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions a mixture of concern and disbelief. They understood the gravity of the situation and were worried that Hudson’s reckless comment might provoke Nathaniel further.

It was well-known that criticizing Mrs. Morgan in Nathaniel’s presence was dangerous, but Hudson’s words crossed a significant line. The air in the room grew tense, as if a storm was brewing.

"Please! If you want to bring about your own downfall, don’t drag everyone else down with you. This is highly unethical."

Koen interjected, attempting to defuse the situation. His tone was laced with urgency, as he knew that Nathaniel’s temper could be volatile.

Nathaniel, however, seemed to take Hudson's words seriously. He fixed a cold stare on him and demanded, “Go on.”

Keep going?

Koen and Ozzy exchanged glances toward the door, wondering if they could make a quick exit if Nathaniel lost his temper.

Hudson, feeling somewhat off today, likely due to the Luna situation, seemed to be in a bad mood, as was Nathaniel. Their conflicting emotions, combined with the topic of discussion about women, had created a rather strange atmosphere.

Hudson, undeterred by the mounting tension, continued with a hint of arrogance, “A woman shouldn’t be indulged. Look at Mrs. Morgan now—she’s becoming increasingly arrogant and taking you for granted.”

He raised his chin defiantly. “There’s an old saying: ‘The tighter you hold onto sand, the more it slips through your fingers.’ You need to give each other space. Overindulgence only leads to entitlement.”

Hudson, known for his playboy ways, spoke with an air of expertise on the subject.

His demeanor was a blend of nonchalance and disdain, a sentiment only he seemed brave enough to express toward Nathaniel. His comments were reckless but carried a twisted form of logic.

He continued, “Mrs. Morgan thinks she’s the only one you care about. She’s got you wrapped around her finger. She believes she’s irreplaceable and can treat you however she wants.”

Nathaniel’s expression darkened as he absorbed Hudson’s words. The sense of betrayal and frustration was palpable in his eyes.

“You need to make her feel threatened; create some competition. If she realizes you’re not exclusively hers, it’ll stir her emotions. She’ll likely come back to you, even eager to win your affection again,” Hudson suggested with a smirk.

The room fell silent after Hudson’s remarks, the other men puzzled by his logic.

They watched as Nathaniel wrestled with his feelings, caught between frustration and hope.

Nathaniel, cornered by his feelings for Freya, was desperate for answers. “Does that really work?”

Hudson feigned ignorance. “What do you mean by ‘work’?”

Nathaniel’s voice was tight with frustration. “I mean making her feel insecure and competitive. Does that really work?”

Hudson smirked, “Absolutely. Look at Mrs. Morgan now. She’s been openly involved with other men, and yet you’re still pampering her. If I were you, I’d find some attractive women and flaunt them in front of her to stir things up.”

Nathaniel’s expression darkened. “What if things go wrong? She’s already submitted the divorce papers. What if she really leaves me?”

Hudson widened his eyes, incredulous at Nathaniel’s seemingly weak question. His reaction seemed to highlight a certain cowardice.

“Are you afraid of her? A divorce agreement means nothing. She can’t get a divorce without your consent.”

Nathaniel’s eyes twitched slightly, and a flicker of uncertainty passed across his face.