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.

Villa. And when we bought the furniture, Beth even brought you the

horn cut through his angry voice. "And you just

gazed out of the window. "Coral Villa was our marital home, but it was also your pre-marital property. You have the right to give it to

hand. The moment I touched

his fingers openly back then, but I didn't really care much about that today. Interlacing my fingers with

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

been pleasant, but they were the

tightened his grip on me and fell silent. This was

my own small apartment. The underground parking garage had an elevator that went directly to our unit. The penthouse housed

the two

share me around, but I

glass and said, "I love these fish. I'll watch them for a while, and you should go get some rest. I'll treat you