Beyond the Divorce

 Tell Me About It

I didn't know who to trust anymore. Maybe I could only trust Atlas, who was holding me tight right now.

I wanted to know what happened to past me, but it seemed impossible to find any answers.

I really didn’t understand why they erased my memories. They had no right to strip away my right to know, no matter who they were.

After a while, I finally calmed my overwhelming emotions and stepped out of Atlas's embrace.

I looked up at him, pretended nothing was wrong, and said, "It's nothing, I just missed you. Let's go home."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He bent down, gazed into my eyes, and said softly, "Really? If there's something wrong, you need to tell me. I’ll help you fix it."

"What if I never remember the past again?" I couldn't hold back my emotions.

"Don't think about it, then," he said decisively.

"But I want to know about the time we spent together." I started to tear up.

"I'll tell you all about it. I’ll recount every day I remember. I won’t miss a single detail," he said solemnly.

Melancholy washed over me.

How could it compare to what I remembered myself? What I remembered carried the hues of my own emotions, rather than the stories he told me. But I didn't want Atlas to worry about me.

He had been worrying about me for too many years.

So I looked up at his handsome face and smilled as I said, "Alright. Tell me all about it. One bit at a time, every day."

"Absolutely." He nodded without hesitation.

"Let's go home," I exclaimed, putting on a cheerful facade and linking my arm with his as we walked outside together.

During the car ride, I told him about the people I met at Archie's request. I was sure that Atlas knew who they were, but he didn't tell me much about them.

I showed him the gifts they had given me, and he took the ugly stone, examining it with deep, profound eyes.

"Are you interested in that rock? Take it then," I joked.

He handed the stone back, saying, "I can't take a gift that was meant for you."

"What's mine is yours," I said confidently. Then I looked at him suspiciously and teased, "Are you rejecting it because it's too ugly?"

He laughed, kissed me, and praised, "You're too generous, sweetheart. You're giving away a valuable gift so casually."

I chuckled inwardly. He really knew how to sweet-talk me. It was just a stone, but he had called me generous. Was I really that stingy?

Next, I took out the small, transparent glass bottle containing the golden seeds that rolled around inside.

"This is from Robin. I'm going to get Dad to plant them in the garden when I get back. We'll see what grows from this. I'm so excited." I rotated the bottle, watching the plump seeds tumble around.

He looked at me and said, "Maybe you'll harvest some unexpected surprises."

I grinned like a child, clutching the little bottle in my hand.

Then, feeling embarrassed, I added, "Mr. Gordon's gift was too expensive. Archie insisted I accept it."

I took the jade pendant from around my neck and showed it to him. He examined it carefully.

"They say it soothes the nerves and will help me sleep. I don’t know if it was just a placebo, but I slept very well last night without any dreams," I said.

Atlas nodded. "That's a good thing. You should keep wearing it. It'll be good for your health."

"Isn't this too valuable?" I asked him uneasily. I shouldn’t have accepted such a precious gift from an elderly person.

"You deserve it," Atlas reassured me, kissing my forehead. "It's not expensive. People get what they deserve. Not just anyone can get to know Mr. Gordon. He's an extraordinary person."

"How extraordinary?" I asked in amazement.

He ruffled my hair with his large hand. "You'll find out soon."

He placed the jade pendant back, took my hand, and intertwined our fingers.

I tried to dispel the gloom in my heart and we returned home. After a simple lunch, we changed, getting ready to attend Ava’s kindergarten event.

We dressed in white sportswear, a couple outfit that had been custom-made by Atlas in Italy. It was a style that was in fashion but also extremely comfortable. The fabric was gentle against my skin.

I was used to Atlas in crisp suits, so seeing him in casual wear mesmerized me. I stared at him with my mouth half-open, completely smitten.