Beyond the Divorce

I couldn't help shaking my head. I looked at Atlas and sighed. "My goodness, were we like that when we were kids?"

With a serious expression, Atlas said, "You followed me everywhere back then and never left my side."

I was speechless.

As I sat next to Atlas, I watched Ava, who had an arrogant look on her face. I chuckled and said, "Look how conceited you've made our daughter. Isn't she being a little too shameless?"

Atlas responded proudly, "It's true, though. Her parents are something to be proud of."

This man was behaving even more shamelessly.

I was puzzled. Didn't she have any of my genes? Why was she so much like him?

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Don't you think we're the most affectionate, harmonious, and well-matched couple among all these parents?"

I smiled and shamelessly said, "You're absolutely right. My husband is the most handsome man of all."

When he heard me say that, he kissed me suddenly, startling me. I quickly looked around, sure that people had seen us.

But he didn't care at all and asked me, "Is this too much? Don't affectionate couples show their love like this?"

I pinched him and softly warned, "You need to watch your image. There's a lot of people around here. You can't just act recklessly." Ava covered her mouth and giggled. I immediately turned red.

She said, "Don't mind me, Mommy. I didn't see anything."

Atlas laughed, and Jenny chuckled too.

I quickly pinched him again. He looked at me with a grimace, whispering, "Sweetheart, your Mommy is ruthless."

My daughter patted me and said, "Don't bully Daddy. We should live in harmony. We're a loving family."

Her words left me speechless.

I quickly changed the subject. I looked at Atlas and whispered, "You've arranged to go to the farm next week. What if we have no time to go? And what if too many people show up?"This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"It'll be a rare opportunity to take the

kids out to play. Besides, they're always playing in our yard. Wouldn't it be more fun for them to be around other kids? They'll make more

friends and be more lively sel

cheerful. It'll broaden their horizons.

"No matter who they are, children will always be children. It can't be like when we were young, with just the two of us in the yard every day. We need to make more friends." Atlas spoke convincingly, "If they want to make friends with me, it'll be just for business. I'll judge them accordingly, weed out the bad, accept the good, and that's it."

I felt relieved when he said that.

I didn't think that the following Saturday would be eventful as well, but that was another story.

The parent-child activities continued, and no matter what, we couldn't escape the routine. The first event was the three-legged race.

But our three-legged race had a bit of a twist. A pair of parents would be tied together by their legs, and each parent had to hold their child while running forward. The distance was 100 meters.

After Atlas heard the requirements for the activity, he made detailed arrangements for the two of us and patiently instructed me on the techniques we needed to use. After our legs had been tied together, we tested our coordination and he gave me an OK gesture. He held Ava in his arms, with one hand around her and the other around my waist.

Before the race started, he emphasized the key points to me again and told me to relax, trying out the rhythm a couple of times.

More than twenty couples were participating in this activity. We all stood in a long line, making it look quite spectacular.

As the starting gun went off, I got nervous and froze for a moment. Atlas murmured the stepping rhythm to me in a low voice.

At the beginning, I was nervous and

a little slow, Atlas used his arms to lift me up almost entirely, and constantly gave the rhythm command. After the first fifty

meters, our steps became extremely smooth. We quickly passed the

couples in front of us.

As we gradually left all the other families behind, Ava screamed in Atlas's arms.

In the end, we finally stood out as the fastest to reach the finish line.

Atlas embraced both of us, mother and daughter. When we looked back, the scene behind us was simply heartbreaking.