Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1189 A Custom-Made Trap

After listening to my mom, my dad sighed deeply. "I gradually started depending on your mom. But when it rains, it pours. We only stayed in that house for a month." "Why?" I asked.

"Your mom didn't have time to work to support us while taking care of me. Plus, she had spent all her money while I was in the hospital, so the landlord kicked us out.

"That was the cruel reality. Your mother and I sat side by side with our luggage on the streets of Nocturnia that evening. At that moment, I vowed to myself then and there that I would become wealthy, well-known, and provide Moira with a secure home so she wouldn't regret saving me."

My hand subconsciously tightened around Atlas's hand, imagining the embarrassment they must have felt.

Atlas gripped my hand solidly to show that he recognized how I was feeling.

"Where did you go then?" I asked weakly.

I could guess how easy it would be to go astray in such a situation.

My dad shook his head, looking at me and Atlas. "When someone hits rock bottom, they'll cling to anything they can as if it were a lifeline. We were the same. We were homeless, and although we were discouraged, we also clung together more tightly. "Fortunately, one of my classmates helped us out and let us stay in his house. He was our lifesaver!"

uncle. My classmate praised me to the skies. A top student, an

said that?" I couldn't help but

extra money, like providing us with technology or formula for cosmetics while they handled the marketing. To be honest, I was very interested

was tailor-made

"I didn't expect his uncle

one who led you

bet

me to research a formula for cosmetics, saying that the sales of this particular cosmetic

said that if I could help him come up with the formula, he would pay me a commission. The amount

was the first step that led

earned my first pot of gold

and I got it. It was the most money I had ever

a somewhat bitter laugh that

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