Beyond the Divorce

Atlas looked deeply into my eyes, nodded seriously, then embraced me. He gently asked, "Are you hungry? Let's grab something to eat together."

That was when I realized that I hadn't eaten anything for a whole day. I had just sipped a glass of juice on the plane.

"I'm famished," I replied coyly, leaning into his embrace. Suddenly, I felt completely exhausted.

Had I really gone through the whole day without food?

There had been no chance for a peaceful, satisfying meal with all the chaos involving Oliver these past two days. He had risked his life to save me. Then, we had suddenly found my dad, and the constant flying back and forth had made me completely forget about eating. While we were discussing that, someone gently knocked on the room door again. My mom's voice came from outside. "Chlo, Atlas, are you asleep? Do you want to come down and have something to eat?"

I quickly retreated from Atlas's embrace, walked over briskly, and opened the door. "Mom! I'm starving! Is there any food?"

"I asked the chef to cook some noodles. Come downstairs to eat." My mom stood at the doorway, looking at me apprehensively. "Is aglio olio okay?"

"Perfect! I don't know when I last had a proper meal," I said, casually hooking my arm around my mom's. I turned back and called to Atlas, "Let's eat! Quickly!"

Atlas followed me and my mom out of the room. Arnold came out and joined us too. He had probably heard all the commotion.

we entered the dining room, I saw my dad at the

and I exchanged subtle glances. We thought that my dad probably had

greeted us, then looked at Atlas. "Thank you for saving my life. It's time to share everything with you

my eagerness to unveil this secret, hearing him say that made me feel a strange mix

cruelty of it all as

also realized why my mom had been

Hartz, unaware of all my past experiences.

hasn't rested well these past two days either. We can discuss this another time. Besides, I'm sure

my parents both seemed taken aback, their expressions revealing a hint of complexity. But it

twice. As he saw the relaxed atmosphere, he held

to be unraveled. I was displeased, and I

makes sense. You've all been through so much trouble because of me..." My dad sighed and lowered his head in

with freshly cooked pasta. Each of

aroma of the aglio olio wafted through the air, making my stomach growl even more. The beef on top looked exceptionally tempting, stimulating my