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 over for me? Too bad you'll

ha." She let out a

conference? Was he holding the press conference to redirect blame? He might blame me for Claudia's wrongdoings so

Why should she get to live such

up. I thought of that familiar number I

answered quickly. He could barely hide the fatigue in his

his voice was still cool and pleasant. No matter how many times I heard it, it would always remind me

softly and asked him,

for a moment. "Someone tried to direct things

you?" I

firm as he replied,

believed him to some extent. That meant the only ones who could

said in a deep voice, "I'm

was clearly

trying to deceive others but also himself. The more he deceived

was