Beyond the Divorce

Arriving at the restaurant, I finally called Atlas. It turned out he was also having dinner with some guests. Surprised by the quick end of my meeting, he asked, "Why so soon?" With a triumphant tone, I replied, "It didn't go well. I just wanted to stand up for Eleanor, and she vented the anger that has been building up all these years."

"Oh! Impressive! You messed up the meeting, yet you're still so happy. Should I come over? I'll have Dylan pick you up," he asked tenderly, his tone filled with indulgence. Eleanor looked at us with envy.

"No, thanks. Eleanor and I are at the seafood restaurant. We're in the mood for fish. Once you're ready, come and pick me up. We'll be waiting here," I told him. "Alright, see you later," he said before we hung up.

We ordered the fish we each wanted, chatting about the earlier events while enjoying the unique seafood. It was a delightful time.

As we were about to finish, an unexpected incident disrupted our peace. Suddenly, a person appeared in front of us, startling me. Upon closer look, it was Kimberly.

I steadied myself and looked at Kimberly, who had smokey eye makeup.

"Ms. Kimberly, is there something you need?"

"Chloe, do you feel guilty seeing me?" She asked maliciously.

her and

dare you ask me why?

pulled out a napkin, dabbing at the corners of my mouth before saying gently, "Kimberly, you shouldn't be asking

her fingers behind

a nearby table. They were dressed in a peculiar mix

sitting there without any reaction. Eleanor seemed uneasy, glancing nervously at me as she reached for her

hand and slapped Eleanor on the back of her head. She exclaimed, "What are you

and said, "Did I say you

you? You-" Before Eleanor could finish her sentence,

sudden outburst, the

"Kimberly don't forget, you're the only one here from the Terrell family. If you

at her without hesitation, my