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."

to pack up and leave. That got me

my bag onto the bed, my phone wasn't the only one that came into

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

sick? Why do you have a bottle

when

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

stared at me. In

Yasmine. However, when I had my phone in my hand, I remembered how I used it as a torch the night before. I was bored, so I pieced the torn photos together to pass my time. The battery was depleted. I felt

charge my phone for a

end, he still couldn't suppress his anger, so he reached out to snatch my phone away. He smashed it onto the

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

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

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

they were in pain. My sorrow only worsened when I thought

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

stuffed into my throat. It felt

that point, I couldn't leave or stay. Hence, I didn't know what else I could do. I used to enjoy acting like a

things had changed, I wondered what