Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0644

I clenched my fists tightly, and my mouth opened, but no sound came out.

The room's entire wall was covered with my childhood photos. Memories came flooding back, even things I had almost forgotten were forcibly dragged to the surface by these photos.

When I was little, I wore a new dress my mom had bought me and went with my dad to his office. Then, Nelson arrived. In my memory, the two men were always discussing things while I played by myself. But this photo, where I bent down to pick something up and the angle nearly exposed me under my dress-how did he even take this picture?

Did it start back then? The kind uncle from my childhood was no different from a demon!

I forced myself to keep looking. There was once when I followed my dad to a golf course. I thought it was fun and insisted on helping him set up the golf balls.

In one photo, I was crouching in front of them, smiling at my dad. But the angle of the photo was aimed to capture the view down my not-yet-developed round collar.

started puberty, and

distrust in humanity as I saw photos of me in elementary school. Back then, I was of average height and sat in the middle rows of the classroom. But one day, the teacher

in class. But now I know there was a

folded on the desk, the camera's angle was just right to peek at

my fists, trying hard to recall if there was anything in the classroom capable of

still couldn't figure it out. Then, I opened my eyes blankly and continued looking. During gym class, when the teacher made

surveillance all this time? Why did Nelson have so many photos of

caught my attention. It was... the school bathroom... The picture was

bent over, gagging. I wanted to vomit. The sheer disgust and revulsion coursed

but my hands were shaking so

much effort, I finally pressed the shutter. The moment I heard the "click", tears streamed

wasn't just evidence-it was a testament to the courage