Beyond the Divorce

Atlas took out his phone, pulled up his gallery, and placed the phone in my hands. He started to recount the past.

"Take a look. This is the real Annalise!"

I gazed at the young girl in the phone album. She was beautiful, with lively, sparkling eyes and a radiant smile.

"The night after Aunt Hailey passed away, we huddled in that empty room. I'll never forget the loneliness, helplessness, and fear. It made me anxious."

He glanced at me, his eyes filled with bitterness.

"I was scared, but Aunt Hailey told me I was a man and had to take care of Stella. Once lively and bustling with family, that room ended up with just the two of us. It was eerily silent."

A faint, sorrowful twitch appeared at the corner of Atlas's mouth.

Even after so many years, he still recalled those events with a sense of helplessness.

didn't dare to cry, let alone sleep. Aunt Hailey's departure haunted me. I

would be separated. When Celine arrived, she was there to inspect our house. When she walked in and saw us, she asked her entourage sternly, 'Why are they still here?' Then she signaled for them to send us

one listened. I watched as they dragged you into that car. You reached out, calling for me, 'I won't go. Atlas... save me! I don't want

spoke, his grip on me tightened

embrace, and tears rolled

hugged me tighter. "Chlo, don't be afraid.

separation would last for two years. I begged Grandpa to send people to inquire, but there

at that moment,

I could imagine Atlas's plight at the time. He had lost both of his parents, and the only family he had left had been poisoned. Then, I,

day, I overheard

White family, saying that it was Rory's daughter. I was overjoyed and

my father's company and wouldn't let go. Grandpa tried several

I looked at Atlas and asked. "Isn't the