Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 205 There Must Be Someone Else

Moming came, and as the first batch of aluminum–framed windows had arrived, I sent Ava to daycare early. Then, I drove to the warehouse. Before I could finish inspecting the goods, I received a call.

It was from that sharp–witted woman I met last time, Inviting me to a suburban club. After entering the address into the navigation system, I realized it was on the border of the neighboring city. It was a long way from here.

I had a feeling the person I was meeting was not her, Someone else must be involved. I debated whether or not to tell Atlas about this as I rushed toward the location.

Ultimately, I decided against it. I still didn’t know their intentions for wanting to meet me. Why worry him. unnecessarily? Besides, I was selfish. I feared losing him, even if it meant being far away from him. 3

When I arrived at the club, my suspicions were confirmed. There stood Atlas’s aunt, whom I had met once from a distance. The sharp–witted woman introduced her as Mrs. Celine Pierce.

Perhaps it was the Pierce family genes, but his aunt was undeniably beautiful. She was tall and exuded an air of authority. Stella was right–she was formidable, and there wasn’t a trace of warmth about her.

Her every move exuded a cold aloofness, from her hairstyle to her eyes to her clothing. When she saw me, she squinted and raised an eyebrow. “Have a seat.”

I sat beside her on the sofa, pretending to be calm despite my nervousness.

“Do

you

Her tone was simple and unassuming. I suspected this was her most restrained demeanor. However, her question was tricky,

something wrong if I said I knew. Yet if I said I didn’t know, she would see me as evasive. I looked at her, remaining silent. It wasn’t out of

issue. She calmly produced a stack of photos and slowly flipped through them as if I didn’t exist. Her attitude toward me

the images over. “The shots are quite good, worthy of a professional.

gaze fell on the first one, my head

spin.

There were moments of our farewell at my doorstep, moments of him opening the door, gazing at

late at night.

and carrying

myc

child into the

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from various angles, at her daycare, holding hands with her grandma, dining out, or even on a

very cute!” Celine remarked. “I adopted my daughter when she was just this big. Back then, she was adorable and obedient, with beautiful eyes. I