Beyond the Divorce

I held my breath and looked at him. His eyes remained fixed on the tablet screen, where the agonizing screams continued.

Clark sat dejectedly on the floor, looking at Atlas in shock, finally revealing an address.

Atlas glanced at Dylan, who promptly left the room.

Clark, seemingly resigned, lacked any spirit. He muttered, "I deserve this. I'm sorry, Mr. Atlas. I'm sorry for betraying Rory's trust."

In a moment of desperation, his gaze focused on Atlas. "None of this is under my control. It was one wrong step after another. She only asked me to switch that bag, but I didn't expect her to force me..." His eyes looked helplessly at Atlas. "She coerced me..."

"If you hadn't been greedy, reaching out for things you shouldn't have, how could the Pierce and White families end up like this? How dare you pretend to be innocent?" Atlas's tone was intimidating.

"Sir, I was wrong! She caught my mother and threatened me. I dared not refuse... But I didn't expect her to later..." He trailed off.

"Why did you kill my mother?" My eyes burned, flames of anger swirling within me as I glared at Clark. "How did you poison her?"

Images of my mother, beautiful and affectionate, flashed through my mind. She embraced me and Atlas with love, a memory now painfully haunting me.

"She shouldn't have spoken about what she saw. I didn't want to kill her, Stella. I didn't want to, but she was too clever. She found out I switched the briefcase..." Clark, in hysterics, said, "It was her insistence! She forced me!"

Atlas pulled me away and said, "Chlo, don't dirty your hands. He deserves a fate worse than death."

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