Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

I stopped struggling. Nicholas acted as though he was worried that I wouldn't agree to it, so he said, "I have no idea where you put that stuff."

A little after we got married, Nicholas began getting more distant with me. That was why I would stare at our marriage certificate whenever I was home alone.

I would only feel as though the two of us were truly married when I was holding that piece of paper in my hand. I had treated it as a treasure and had taken an extra step to commission an expensive box to keep it safe. The box had diamonds encased in it because diamonds were said to signify eternal love. Unfortunately, reality was often unpredictable.

I forced a smile to my face and replied, "It's in the bedroom by the "

Nicholas interrupted me and shoved me into the car. He complained, "You don't need to tell me about it. Just go grab everything."

He spoke in a tone that suggested he was a man who had never been in a position to obey commands.

His tone was nonchalant and showed no concern. It seemed to suggest he was better than that and should not have to listen or remember menial things like that.

jaw dropped. Nicholas' words were like a bucket of ice water, and they extinguished all the burning emotions swirling inside me. It was as if every additional word I said was an inconvenience to him and was my

he and I were "Mr. Hawk" and "Ms. Jones". Hence, it was only natural that he spoke to me as though we were

myself that I could leave as soon as I retrieved those documents. I kept my mouth shut and said nothing. Being in

made an effort to come to me. I could still remember how nervous I felt back then and how his sweat

beautiful past, so being in that same space with him once more felt like torture. It was as if I had it coming and was torturing

other thought, but for some unknown reason, my entire body still couldn't help feeling hot. Even my breath was burning. Nicholas shot a nonchalant look at me. He crossed his legs

His scowl was darker than a thunderstorm. I

send someone

must clear everything out today. I will not allow your stuff to

impossible, huh? Then are you annoyed with me being here? How about you just stop the car

me. His gaze brimmed with cruelty, and it was as if he wanted to tear me up limb from limb. He scrutinized every single inch of me, and his expression showed that he was extremely serious as he uttered, "You're

a kid. On top of that, he showed signs of being autistic when he was a boy, so it was only natural that everyone was protective of