Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0175

It wasn't just a kiss. It felt much more like a punishment that made me feel suffocated.

The scent of blood lingered in the air around us, however, I wasn't sure if the scent was coming from the blood on Nicholas' waist or the blood coming from our mouths.

No matter what, the kiss was the worst experience I ever had. It was so bad that an absurd thought came to me. Nicholas would rather use the last of his strength to ensure he died before me.

I seemed to have gotten used to him staring at me, to him pulling me over and kissing me randomly, to his gentle smile, and to the fact that he had treated me as his wife.

Suddenly, I came to realize that Nicholas had tamed me. He had used countless "first times" in our relationship to give me a new outlook on our relationship.

He had also shown me how meaningless a one-sided relationship could be and that a relationship would only be meaningful when such love was reciprocated. Hence, I didn't know how to reject him anymore.

Suddenly, I gave up resisting and allowed him to kiss me as he wished, letting him clumsily clash his teeth against mine. Then, a thought began circulating within my mind.

Did he know that I had found out about Jasmine? Otherwise, how could he be so shameless as to refuse to divorce me?

I wanted to have a proper and honest conversation about our relationship, but I couldn't utter a single word as I looked at him. No

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