Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

From the moment I stepped into Coral Villa, it felt as though my limbs had disconnected from my body. They had lost all feeling, and Nicholas dragged me along the entire way.

Eight years ago, he had led me through this house the same way, showing me our marital home. Back then, I was more shy than anything, too embarrassed to imagine that this would one day be our home.

He thought I was walking too slowly and turned back to take my hand. His tone was incredibly gentle as he said, "We'll live here from now on."

I looked up and glanced at his back. I realized that, back then, he must have felt a tinge of impatience, although he had hidden it well. Otherwise, why would he be so careful with my pace now, giving me enough time to take in the whole courtyard? But this was no longer our marital home. So, why was he doing this now?

"Nicholas, let go! I can walk on my own!" I struggled to free myself.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, his deep, dark eyes fixed on me. He pointed toward the balcony upstairs. "We once had sex over there."

His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

I gasped, enraged. "N-Nich..."

that open

to the window of our bedroom. "I said I wanted to try the floor-to-ceiling windows. You were really

but his expression turned colder. That was the part that

we spent together. Whether it was the happy times or the miserable ones, I had made peace with my own

those things

myself

past, right? You've had such a colorful life, Mr.

gestured to a few corners of the villa, laughing mockingly. "Look at that bench over there. Oh, and this century-old tree by us. And that open space where you used

Nicholas scoffed. "I remember exactly where you

carried me onto the lawn, and in the next moment, my back was pressed against the thick trunk

Shock coursed through me.

your legs around my waist. I'm letting

legs around him. His dark eyes gleamed, barely holding back an even deeper emotion as he called

in his voice, along with a trace of unspoken hurt. "Is there truly no