Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

To Nicholas, Coral Villa wasn't significant at all. It was just a house, and he could give it to whoever he wanted.

Fearing I might refuse, he fastened my seatbelt. He held my shoulders, trapping me in his embrace.

I met his gaze and said calmly, "Sure."

His gaze darkened. At the same time, his palms felt like they had grown barbs, digging into my flesh with increasing pressure.

I held his gaze unyieldingly. Though I had complied, he seemed angrier. After a long while, Nicholas finally released his grip, but the pain he left didn't fade right away.

"So now that you have a penthouse, you don't care about the old villa anymore?" he demanded, pummeling me hard with his frustrated voice.

It felt as if his words had physically stabbed me.

Coral Villa. And when we bought the furniture, Beth even brought you the list to approve each item. You chose all the little decorations in the

a blaring horn

our marital home, but it was also your pre-marital

Nicholas's hand. The moment I

I lacked the opportunity to fondle his fingers

I began, "Besides, we're divorced now. It doesn't matter where I live. I know my

might not have been pleasant, but they were the

but I started to pull my hand away once he frowned. He instinctively tightened his grip on me and fell silent. This was the first time

up in a high-end neighborhood, and it looked much more upscale than my own small apartment. The underground parking garage had an elevator that went directly to our unit. The penthouse housed an enormous fish tank, which

just be the two

wanted to share me around, but I wasn't

glass and said, "I love these fish. I'll watch them for a while, and