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."

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

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

hands were over her ears as she tried to protect herself from the pain she endured that night. She kept kicking the bed, and she said, "That man... He pulled

bed. She begged, "Mrs. Hawk, please. I beg of

that I sobbed. Her description duplicated

Fortunately, she did as the criminal demanded and opened the door. If she hadn't, being in the enclosed section would make the criminal do much more than just hurt her It was extremely possible that she would've been tortured

a hint of bitterness in me. Seeing Jasmine like that got tears to roll

I hurried over to hold her tightly. I was extremely gentle when I said, "It's not me. You

held her in my arms. I could feel her trembling in fear, so I

no other way. I had to calm her down first. If

was worried about my

me while she was confused, everything I did in the previous two

naught. Still, I

myself to ignore her.