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.

we renovated Coral Villa. And when we bought the furniture, Beth even brought you the list to

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

our marital home, but it was also your

Nicholas's hand. The moment I touched him, he

enthralled by. I lacked the opportunity to fondle his fingers openly back then, but I didn't really care much about that today.

we're divorced now. It doesn't

not have been

frowned. He instinctively tightened his grip on me and fell silent. This was the first time in a

hand throughout the 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

just be the two of us here," he

wanted to share me around,

fish tank, I pressed my face against the glass and said, "I love these fish.