Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

It felt as though everything was progressing strangely. I suspected that Jasmine thought I was the culprit behind her attack.

Her eyes were bloodshot when she glared at me. When she sobbed, her entire body was trembling. Sweat was dripping out of her as though she were a sponge. Anyone would have a hard time accepting the injustice that happened to her. I understood her feelings. All I could do was try to calm her down as best I could.

I said softly, "I wasn't the one who did that. Let me explain-"

Before I even finished speaking, Jasmine roared as loudly as she could. She said, "Who else but you would do this?"

Jasmine was using every bit of energy she had left. She put all of her strength into that roar, and it sounded as though she wanted to rip me apart.

I recalled our previous interactions. Jasmine was a generous woman brimming with confidence and sexiness. I had never seen her in that state before. It was as though the pain had overwhelmed her, and she could no longer hold on.

I regretted being there at that moment. Perhaps I had shown up too soon. I should have waited until she had mostly recovered and her emotions had stabilized before I visited.

Upon seeing how tortured she was, my heart gripped as well. I took a few steps backward. I didn't want to put too much pressure on her when I said, "Jasmine, calm down."

Her emotions were running wild, and she could no longer speak coherent words. She said, "I only returned to help Nicholas out. Why did you try to kill me? I was simply putting on an act. I am not a home wrecker."

arm. Crimson-red blood squirted out without any warning. She was so scared that she curled up and

as the memory of that night haunted her. Her eyes were wide open, and her gaze was unfocused as she muttered, "I went home, and a... a man suddenly ran toward me. I didn't have the strength to run away. He pulled my hair and demanded that I open the

herself from the pain she endured that night. She kept kicking the bed, and

bed. She begged, "Mrs. Hawk, please. I beg of you. Spare my life. I never intended to replace you. Please!

was so infectious that I sobbed. Her description duplicated her lingering

look at the silver lining. Fortunately, she did as the criminal demanded and opened the door. If she hadn't, being in the

bitterness in me. Seeing Jasmine like that got tears to roll down

I was extremely gentle when I said, "It's not me. You don't need to fear

her in my arms. I could feel

her down first. If not, every move she made would

worried

If Jasmine were to accidentally hit me while she was confused, everything I did in the previous two weeks would

Still,

myself to ignore her.