Beyond the Divorce

Atlas remained composed as he set down my phone and said, “Let's eat the pasta before it gets cold.”

“Atlas, are you... hiding something from me? Well, maybe I shouldn't know too much,” I said cautiously.

He explained, “It’s not that I'm afraid you'll know too much. My family’s just complicated. I'll tell you about them gradually, not because I’m hiding anything from you. You'll need to know a few things first before you can accept more details.”

Atlas’s reasonable explanation eased my mind. I looked at him and asked, “Don’t you hate me for investigating you? I honestly didn’t mean to.”

“No, I don’t. On the contrary, you did well in your investigation. It shows you're actively trying to understand me, which is a good thing. It means you love me,” Atlas spoke frankly with a hint of teasing.

I blushed as I ate a mouthful of pasta to hide my embarrassment. I muttered, “I knew you'd tease me.”

He smirked and said, “Do you even have a good reason to argue? If you didn't like me, why would you investigate me?

Okay, okay, let’s eat.”

After a while, I asked him, “So, you already knew the current Stella isn’t the real one?”

“Mhm."

to be Stella?” That was something

at that time,” Atlas said casually, showing no sign of

difficult to explain to the world, the Pierce family, and the old ministers at the time. So they had the current Stella replace the real one,” Atlas

so convoluted. But the real Stella and the current one don't look alike. How could they pass her off as the real one?”

everyone knew Annalise had fallen off a cliff, but whether or not she died was a mystery. The attendants who saw Annalise's appearance all died in accidents. What people knew was that Annalise had gone to Hennesia for

didn’t die in the cliff fall.” Atlas’s explanation was complicated, but I finally understood it. I stared at him, somewhat stunned. “So, they made it seem like Annalise hadn't died but only

correct.” Atlas

Stella, has already passed

it that way.” Atlas

urged me to eat. "Finish your food. We

help but blush, muttering softly, "Here we go

my craftsmanship go to waste, right? You don't even know

you say ‘ back then?’ Have you cooked it for someone