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 steering wheel, a blaring horn cut through his angry voice. "And you just abandoned it

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

reached out and grabbed Nicholas's hand.

fingers were long and slender, which my old self used to be enthralled by. I lacked the opportunity to fondle his fingers openly back then,

we're divorced now.

not have been pleasant,

frowned. He instinctively tightened his grip on me and fell silent. This was

underground parking garage

now on, it'll just be the

to share me around, but I

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