Beyond the Divorce

I had trouble falling asleep after thinking that. I had to go to the company today. After signing the second phase of the Rivendell project with Atticus, I didn't have a chance to discuss things with Ryan.

I needed to plan. I decided to go with Atlas if he wanted to return to Nocturnia to see his grandfather.

Even if his grandfather didn't want to see me, I wanted to go with Atlas. After all, the allure of that home in Nocturnia was too strong for me.

Everything there was described to me by Atlas, but I had no memories of it at all. I always hoped to return there. Perhaps it would trigger a memory.

People who hadn't experienced this couldn't understand the feeling of missing a piece of memory. It felt like leaping across a void, and suddenly, I was back to when I was fifteen.

Every time Atlas described those scenes to me, it felt painful. Those ten years were exactly what I wanted to remember because it was the sweetest and happiest!

There was my real mother there. My entire childhood was spent with Atlas, and there were the thrilling moments of our escape! I wanted to know everything!

premonition that it wouldn't be simple this time. Perhaps something significant would happen; even subconsciously, I felt it. Because of this, I had to go with him. After all, I

the assets to me, I still felt uneasy, although the reasons were convincing; something

I had only heard that Atlas was involved in many business circles, but I didn't expect it to be this many, and

to be born to rule over the business empire. How could his brain be so

fell into his hands, it seemed to take root, sprout, and grow like

almost burst out laughing! What kind of godlike man

shining brightly. I quickly rolled out of bed, cleared my mind, and

back to last night, it was terrifying to contemplate. If I had fallen, the consequences would have been

he suddenly pulled open the door and saw me standing on the ground with my hands on my abdomen. With worried eyes, he hurried over and asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?

who was usually calm and composed, was

I didn't speak, he was at a loss. "Where?

did I