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.

the time, all you did was cry in my arms. I wanted to as well, but I didn't dare to cry, let alone

When she walked in and saw us, she asked her entourage sternly, 'Why are they still

sending you away. I held onto you, begging them to let me take you to Grandma's house, but no one listened. I watched as they dragged you into that car. You reached out, calling for me,

on me tightened as

embrace, and tears

here!" He hugged me tighter. "Chlo,

never thought that this separation would last for two years. I begged Grandpa to send people

no memories, and at that moment, I couldn't accept

the time. He had lost both of his parents, and the only family he had left had been poisoned. Then, I, his only source of support, was

I

little girl had returned to the White family, saying that it was Rory's daughter. I was

and others say that after my parents' deaths, the Pierce family took over my father's company and wouldn't let go. Grandpa tried several times but failed." Rose

the Cross family?" I looked at