Beyond the Divorce

For some reason, the lingering smell of blood in my memory was too intense, making the breakfast in front of me tasteless.

After a few bites, I pushed away the breakfast. Atlas asked, "Why are you eating so little? Don't you like it?"

I shook my head, looking at him. "It's not that I don't like it. I just can't eat."

Instinctively, I reached for my temple and rubbed it.

Atlas nervously grabbed my wrist. "What's wrong? Another headache?"

"Yeah, maybe I had a nightmare. I didn't sleep well. It'll pass in a bit. Don't worry!" I quickly perked up, fearing he would make a big deal out of it.

Atlas quickly finished his meal and placed the used dishes in the sink.

Just as he finished cleaning up, the doorbell rang again. I was about to answer it when he grabbed my arm. "I'll go!"

Atlas strode toward the front door. I turned curiously, thinking about how noisy today had been. It seemed like the doorbell hadn't stopped ringing since Oliver came and rang it at midnight.

I saw Atlas open the door without saying a word. He received two large bags and closed the door again.

Then he walked in, pulling me along. "Let's change our clothes."

"What are you holding?" I asked curiously.

arm, casually saying, "These are

He held my hand,

Pleca Park, we took all our clothes with

bags and pulled out two sets of clothes. One was an exquisite white suit for him, and the other

stunned by the sight of the two outfits. "Are

me an enchanting

It's an important day for us. We need to be more formal, considering

me that he

he genuinely considered this event very important and arranged it meticulously. Even the

did you plan all of this? Why wasn't

me,

planned it a

to you

was

wasn't intentional.

tingled with his touch. Were we

up from a nightmare only