Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Nicholas started trembling uncontrollably, anger surging through him almost instantly, consuming every fiber of his being.

Although he was aware that there were still some unresolved misunderstandings between him and me, she had already said she didn't mind. He had thought it wasn't something important. But now, hearing he was the one who drove me away-how did that happen?

At that moment, he felt like even if he had 100 mouths, he wouldn't be able to explain himself clearly.

Taking a deep breath, Nicholas looked at Yasmine with sharp, piercing eyes. "I don't agree with what you're saying. Let me ask you this. Does Ariana believe that I drove her away too?"

It felt absurd to him, and his voice rose. "I didn't!"

He wasn't afraid of anything, but he feared me misunderstanding him. We had already lost too much time. Now, we had not only a daughter but also a son, and everything was finally moving in a good direction. He had imagined countless times a happy future with me and our children playing around them.

Yet, at this moment, he began to resent the woman standing before him. Her words were like a slap to his face, waking him from his beautiful dream.

Yasmine gave a knowing look, shook her head helplessly, and said, "It seems Ariana still hasn't told you. You think you didn't push her away because you don't know what she did for you."

"Cut the nonsense. Just tell me!"

Do you remember Claudia being arrested back then?

memories of that time. He recalled it as a period of chaos, one he

he finally spoke. "Back then, Ariana distanced

were both determined to destroy each other. I was stuck in the middle, in so much pain." Yasmine chuckled softly without humor. "So, you chose

on her, to stop her from hurting Ariana.

her. Nicholas, you don't need to explain to me. If you want to explain, save it for Ariana." Yasmine studied the visibly shaken Nicholas, deliberating whether she should overstep her boundaries and reveal everything to him.

silent hospital corridor, contrasting starkly with its stillness. "Did Ariana

her head

"Speak clearly!"

whirlpool of pain like a demon. He crouched

feared that even if

were too

emotions between us, so

that we

over again-perhaps