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.

as well, but I didn't dare to cry, let alone sleep. Aunt Hailey's departure haunted me. I just wanted to wait

that dawn marked the moment we would be separated. When Celine arrived, she was there to inspect our house. When she walked

you, begging them to let me take you to Grandma's house, but no one listened. I watched as they dragged you into that

Atlas spoke, his grip on me tightened as his face returned

his embrace,

cry, I'm here!" He hugged me tighter. "Chlo, don't be afraid. We

two years. I

memories, and at that moment, I couldn't

only family he had left had been poisoned. Then, I, his only source of

day, I

Grandpa that a little girl had returned to the White family, saying that it was Rory's daughter. I was overjoyed and secretly went to the Pierce residence. However,

family took over my father's company and wouldn't let

about the Cross family?" I looked at Atlas and asked. "Isn't the Cross