Beyond the Divorce

Just as her hand was about to touch me, Atlas kicked her away and quickly knocked me down onto the sofa.

Two crisp gunshots echoed in the hall, then a dull thud. It was followed by a commanding roar, "Nobody moves!" The previously restless hall fell silent once again.

I found myself pinned beneath Atlas's tall figure, utterly bewildered by what had just happened.

As Atlas lifted me, I finally took in the scene before me. The sofa behind us had been pierced by bullets, leaving a gaping hole, indicating these were no ordinary bullets.

I grabbed onto Atlas, looking at him with horror. He shook his head reassuringly. "I'm fine."

It was then that I noticed the motionless big guy lying on the smooth ivory-colored marble floor beneath us. He lay there without a sound.

A stream of blood flowed outward from a hole in his head, rapidly spreading toward my feet.

It was a horrifying sight. I couldn't help but retch and moved back in horror.

"Don't be afraid." Atlas immediately held me close, covering my eyes.

But the thick scent of blood made me feel nauseous, and I couldn't stop gagging.

a different spot, still holding me protectively as

you still want to resist,

recognized the

who had fired the shots that killed the big guy. If he had been even slightly late, the situation could

burst into laughter suddenly. "Do you think you've won like

groaned and fell to his knees, but he continued to roar, "Atlas! You

shouted, "Release him,

was Millard's best

looked

I can't let you die like this.

pretended to be

Stella shouted, "Millard!"

like this." After saying that, he turned and walked away, followed

gritted his teeth, still staring at what

flipping open the notebook and decisively

from the aged

itten about to rush forward fired a shot. The bullet when hit the ground in front of her,