Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0263

"Enough!" Everything Nicholas said made me sick to my stomach. "Stop trying to make yourself the victim!"

His questioning stung even more than when he agreed to let Jasmine replace me. I hung up the phone, my hand shaking uncontrollably. At that moment, all my hopes for the future were shattered.

I had gone out of my way to doll myself up for the camera that day, ' . I looked in the mirror, I felt like such a clown.

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I couldn't help but think about what my mother had said before. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was too hardheaded. Maybe I shouldn't always try to do everything myself. I needed to learn to bend a little.

In actuality, most of these marriages were based on convenience rather than love. The wives used their husbands' money to do their own things and chose to look the other way when it came to their husbands' affairs. Could true love genuinely not exist in the world of the rich? Was I doomed to become one of them?

My vision blurred, and all I could see was Nicholas's face staring back at me in the mirror. He smiled at me and asked why I hadn't gone home yet...

I hurled my phone at the mirror, and it shattered into a million pieces. At last, the voices in my head went silent.

I was kicked out of the TV station for "causing a scene", and the director chased after me, guilt all over his

sorry, Ms. Jones, but I had no choice. I hope we can work together

my hand and took off before I could even say a word, clearly afraid someone might

went to a café near the TV station, ordering a cup of coffee as

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café door chime. Pete walked in and scanned the room. When his eyes landed on me, his face lit up with a bright smile. For a split

the urge to cry and waved at him. His smile was just like it had been when we were kids. I realized then that he had smiled at me countless times before, but I had never

to drink?" I felt a bit guilty as if I owed him something, so I offered to place the order. I forced

talk to him. I never had to walk on eggshells

How much did you make? Is it enough to support me? I don't eat a lot, you know." Pete was about to

narrowed

"Who did this?"

my eyes, so I hastily dropped my head and lied to him. "It

I knew, he was back with a first-aid kit.. Without a word, he

a klutz. I can't leave

hand

the side

who was usually so arrogant

snapped his fingers, bringing me back to