Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0257

"Ariana!" Nicholas' voice was restrained and calm. It sounded like he was calling out to someone insignificant. Yet, there was an underlying despair as if he was trapped in a nightmare. The hand on my shoulder tightened, and Pete's body trembled slightly. He whispered to me, seeking my approval. "Ms. Ari, don't look back, okay? I'll take you somewhere nice to eat." Me looking back? Where could I even go back to?

After circling around with Nicholas for so many years, all I had left were some fake, beautiful memories. There was nothing worth returning to.

I raised my eyes, staring blankly ahead, and let out a helpless laugh. "Do your still have money in your pocket?"

Behind me, Nicholas called my name again. This time, I left first, leaving him. behind to savor the sight of my resolute departure.

At the entrance of the TV station, there were many people around. His shouting had attracted a lot of attention, with some even pulling out their phones to record.

Only then did people start to understand that just because one showed off their love online didn't mean they'd be the first to let go.

In the video, Nicholas' face had a complex expression. His eyes were red, and he didn't care about the people around him as he kept calling my name over and over.

He tried to chase after me, but Jasmine, who had followed him out, grabbed

his wrist.

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