Beyond the Divorce

Under the soft glow of the streetlights, he walked briskly toward me, extending his hand. I joyfully ran to him. "Why haven't you slept yet?" His handsface looked warm as I looked at it under the golden lights. He leaned in until he was close enough forto feel his breath. His affectionate gaze hid a layer of endearment within.

"You haven't cback yet. How could I sleep?" He pecked my lips. "Let's go home!" I don't know why, but my heart felt warm every the said those words.

His hand held mine, caressing it gently. "Why did it take you so long?" "She wasn't feeling too good, so I stayed with her a bit longer." I looked at him apologetically. "Did I keep you waiting?" "How can you leave your fiance aside and run to take care of someone else? Today is a special day!" He seemed to be reproaching me.

"I didn't plan for it to be like this!" I sighed.

"My sweetheart is too kind," he said with a captivating smile. "She's here to save the world!" I laughed heartily, lightly tapping him. "It's just that Oliver had hurt her too deeply. This wound is probably hard to heal. She stayed by his side, waiting for a justification for the world, but he closed that door to her. To her, it's like falling into an abyss." Thinking about Lauren madefeel a bit worried.

"Don't worry, she'll get through it. Everyone has to deal with unexpected situations. One can only save oneself. I believe she's not that fragile." Atlas comforted me.

Indeed, Lauren has always been especially skilled at using softness to conquer hardness. However, facing such things was always painful.

It was going to be her first night of e facing it head-on. It was difficult to know what she would cacross next she had escaped it before, but now she was exposed to everyone. Considering the number of gossipmongers and the superficial people around, tonight would have many tongues wagging. Therefore, my concerns are not unfounded. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Back home, everyone was already asleep, leaving only a small lamp in the living room. Atlas and I tiptoed upstairs, returning to my room.

I still felt awkward. This was the first the was openly spending the night in my room.

After all, my parents were at home, and I felt guilty.

"How about...you sleep in the guest room first?" I nervously suggested.

He playfully embracedfrom behind, nibbling my ear. "Have you ever seen someone shut out their fiance? Hmm?" My heart fluttered. All of this tookby surprise. I haven't fully accepted this sudden change in status.

Suddenly, I beca woman in the spotlight who could rightfully stand by Atlas's side.

I didn't even know what response it would bring tomorrow. I felt like an awkward daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws for the first time. After all, I still lacked confidence in front of Atlas. This uneasy feeling persisted until Stella appeared in front of me. Finally, I found the source.

As I predicted, the news of Atlas and my engagement spread like wildfire the next morning. It reached every corner of the city, causing shockwaves that were hard to fathom.

A globally-admired figure proposed to me, a divorced woman with a child. The news was mind-boggling. It left the socialites who worshiped him in mourning. And, of course, it pushedto the center of a storm.