Beyond the Divorce

"Of course I remember! I mean, I spent ten years making memories here!" I said without hesitation. Then, I looked at Celine and asked, "Are you comfortable here?"

Celine looked at me, suppressed her smile, and showed her usual arrogance. "This has been my home for a long time. Of course I'm comfortable!"

I giggled and looked at Atlas, saying mischievously, "Look at how domineering Celine is. She's still acting so self-righteous even though she's occupying the house. Such admirable courage!"

Atlas looked at my face, then kissed me indulgently in front of Celine and said, "How silly! You can come back here anytime you want."

His tone was invincible. He sounded like a landlord coming to collect rent as if it were a matter of course.

Celine watched our interaction indifferently, smiling lightly as if she didn't care about what we were doing. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw her clenching her hand fiercely until her knuckles went white.

"I need to check if my piano is still here," I said to Celine. I boldly pulled Atlas with me and walked inside. I completely ignored Celine and behaved as if I were returning home after a long absence. Atlas cooperated with all my requests indulgently, holding me and striding toward the house.

Kenzie standing at the door, staring at me icily. She nodded slightly to

in place and fixed my icy look

of seeing that donkey face of yours, Kenzie. How can I allow you intruders to

have fun

I stopped and looked at

deliberately

twitched slightly, and she nodded to me. "Miss

I said decisively, "Try

looking at Kenzie with me. Under his authoritative gaze, Kenzie had

covering the gleam in her eyes. The muscles around her mouth

said, "It seems you know who I am, so you must have deliberately called

is White, so why did you call me Miss Chloe? If you were in Foswood, that might be acceptable,