Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

I moved like a lifeless zombie and went back to the bed to lie down. It felt as though the living room, which wasn't that spacious to begin with, had become much smaller with Nicholas in it. Even the air seemed thinner. I was so weak that I was too tired to speak. Nicholas thought that I was sick, so he came to me to hold me in his arms. I couldn't break free of him.

The only thing I could do was to part my lips and say, "Don't touch me. Just let me sleep for a while."

The truth was that the best option at the time was to go to the hospital. However, going to the hospital would mean that Nicholas might find out that I was pregnant. I refused to allow him to learn about it.

Nicholas' tone was hostile as he complained, "Why didn't I have your IQ tested before we got married?"

I didn't have the strength to fight back. All I felt was exasperation. It was likely he assumed that my being locked in the basement was just a show I had put on.

I grinned weakly. I knew that it wouldn't matter, even if I had told him that Claudia was the true culprit. He would not believe me. Either that or he would downright ignore that fact. In the end, I would just be even more disappointed.

I turned around and had my back to him. It was extremely obvious that I didn't want to talk to him. I could hear him gritting his teeth and complaining.

"Given how weak you are, how will you take care of yourself after the divorce?"

I felt as though my soul and my body had been separated. My body was too exhausted, but my mind could still analyze things quickly.

I thought about how things were. I hadn't gotten a divorce yet, and it seemed I couldn't take care of myself. Nicholas wouldn't care for me either.

My voice was so coarse that it sounded as though someone had burnt my throat dry. I replied, "Then please let me have more money from the divorce. That way, I can have Wendy come over and take care of me sooner." Nicholas was so angry that he ended up laughing. He had clenched his fists and demanded, "The two of you can leave together."

and leave. That got me

my phone wasn't the only one that came into view. The medicine that the

hid it under some other stuff. Unfortunately, Nicholas' eyesight was good, and he

sick? Why do you have

when I grabbed the

not mine. It's Yasmine's. I have been staying at her place these past couple of

stared at me. In the end,

a torch the night before. I was bored, so I pieced the torn photos together to pass my time. The battery was

my phone for a bit. I'll call

slowly curled up. In the end, he still couldn't suppress

eyes were brimming with emotion as he replied, "We haven't

away, and the sky had become darker. I shifted my gaze down. My eyes felt hot

never fallen for or loved anyone else but Nicholas. That was true, even when I was a kid. I didn't know, but I wondered if break-ups were that difficult

telling me that they were in pain. My sorrow only worsened when I

husbands would get all sorts of delicacies for their pregnant wives. However, I had to hide

into my throat. It felt horrible and stung. I asked, "Then what will you have

I used to enjoy

had changed, I wondered what he expected me