Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

The next day, I went to a different hospital for another check-up. When they confirmed the miscarriage again, I broke down.

There was an even more devastating event. Somehow, the online attention that had been on Claudia was now directed at me intentionally.

Someone was stirring up Zachary's fans, saying that only a legitimate wife would care about women around Nicholas and that from Claudia's perspective, Jasmine's situation was not even worth mentioning. Someone really just did not want to let me off.

Zachary's fans were already unhappy about my declining popularity. Now, with a new target for their anger, they did not even need much guidance. They could spin a convincing story entirely on their own. I never imagined that just filing a lawsuit could lead to such a prolonged online battle.

My mind was in chaos. From the very beginning, I suspected that there was someone behind the scenes who did not want to let me off. But who could it be?

Was it Daniel, Frances, or Nicholas? But now, I had no strength to fight back no matter how chaotic things were outside or how much dirt was thrown at me.

I refused the doctor's recommendation for immediate surgery. I also declined Yasmine's offer to take care of me. I said I wanted to be alone for a while, so I locked myself in my apartment.

I wanted to wait for a natural miscarriage. I wanted to let my child come and go on their own. But I still did not know if my child was a boy or a girl. My child had not even met their father yet.

Feeling completely drained, I sank into an inescapable pit of grief. The online scandal would pass eventually, but if my child left, they would never come back.

My phone would not stop ringing. I picked it up and saw it was Claudia. As soon as I answered, her smug voice came through the speaker.

press conference for me! Did you think things were

She let out

redirect blame? He might blame me for Claudia's wrongdoings so she could come

dying. Why should she get to

up. I thought of that familiar number I knew

answered quickly. He could barely hide the fatigue in his voice.

my name, his voice was still cool and pleasant. No matter how many times I heard

softly and asked him,

moment. "Someone tried to direct things toward you on

you?" I

voice was firm as he replied,

it was not him, I believed him to some extent. That meant the

that I did not speak, Nicholas said in a deep voice, "I'm

scoffed internally. It was clearly her doing,

also himself. The more he deceived himself, the more he would believe

was