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!"

case? Do you remember Claudia being

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

and his voice became hoarse when he finally spoke. "Back

Frances and Claudia. Especially with Claudia-it seemed like they were both determined to destroy each other. I was stuck in the middle, in so

her to keep an eye on her, to stop her from hurting Ariana.

Ariana, it's because you gave it to 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. Would I be

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

head lightly.

"Speak clearly!"

words echoed in Nicholas' mind, dragging him into a whirlpool of pain like a demon. He crouched down,

that even if time rewound, he might not have been able to handle his relationship with me

too many

emotions between us, so

we would

over