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."

me to pack up and leave. That got me to

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

other stuff. Unfortunately,

you have a bottle of pills

to be nonchalant when I grabbed the bottle of pills and shoved it into my

"It's not mine. It's Yasmine's. I have been staying

stared at me. In

bored, so I pieced the torn photos together to pass my time. The battery was depleted. I felt too uncomfortable, and my womb was feeling off as well. Hence, the

a bit. I'll

resting by his sides, slowly curled up. In the end, he still couldn't suppress his anger, so he reached out to snatch my phone away. He smashed it onto

and his eyes were brimming with emotion as he replied, "We haven't gotten the divorce

eyes felt hot as tears gathered. I spent an entire night recalling every moment I shared with

for or loved anyone else but Nicholas. That was true, even when I was a kid.

and telling me that they were

husbands would get all sorts of delicacies for their pregnant wives. However,

throat. It felt

didn't know what else I could do. I used to enjoy acting like a little girl and would complain about feeling off. After

changed, I wondered