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.

the blueprints when we renovated Coral Villa. And when we bought the

the steering wheel, a blaring horn cut through his

was also your pre-marital property. You have the right to

grabbed Nicholas's hand. The moment

to be enthralled by. I lacked the opportunity to fondle his fingers

"Besides, we're divorced now. It doesn't matter where I

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

drive. We ended 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

the two of us

me

of the fish tank, I pressed my face against the glass and said, "I love these fish. I'll watch them for a while,