Beyond the Divorce

 A Room Card

He pressed me against the closing door with a resounding thud. A fresh scent filled my nose.

I looked up in alarm, and his perfect face was inches from mine. “Let me see where you’re hurt.”

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re putting me in an awkward position!”

“Where are you hurt?” He insisted, completely disregarding what I had just said.

I reluctantly brushed the hair from my forehead, revealing the wound. He frowned, and then his eyes turned ominously cold, I had never seen him like this before.

I quickly let my hair fall back to cover the wound and feebly said, “It’s nothing!”

His tone turned icy as he said, “Are you out of your mind? You’re saying a wound this size is nothing? Are you a masochist?”

I shot him an incredulous glare but felt an unfathomable sorrow in me.

Atlas narrowed his eyes, his voice softening slightly. “Why didn’t you call me?”

I turned my face slightly away, a touch petulant. “I’m a married woman. What would it mean if I kept calling you? I didn’t want to bother you!”

Before I could finish my sentence, he pulled me into his embrace, his grip firm around my waist. “You’re being stubborn, aren’t you?”

I pouted. This man was incredibly bossy.

How had I gotten involved with him? I knew it wasn't right, but I couldn't help wanting to be near him. He was my safe harbor. The contradiction was clear, and it was a pain that couldn't be easily dealt with.

"After this is all over, leave him," he commanded.

I didn't enjoy being ordered around like this, but strangely, I hoped for his command.

Whenever the thought of leaving crossed my mind, I would see Ava in his arms, calling him "Daddy."

I wrapped my arms around Atlas, feeling the peace and security in his embrace.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you planning on staying with him? There was a hint of contempt in

Atlas's tone

"I have my own plans. It's not as simple as you think. There are many things-"

"It seems you still have some hope for him. Are you a glutton for punishment? Atlas's face darkened. Sometimes, you must hit a dead end before turning around. I'll make sure you give up for good!"Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He cupped my face and kissed me with urgency. I felt dizzy.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the hallway. I panicked and quickly pushed him away.

I didn't know what I was doing. A whole hall of guests was waiting for me, but here I was, in the arms of another man.

I struggled to leave, but he held me and slipped a card into my hand. "It's a keycard for the room upstairs. Come up in twenty minutes!"

I shoved the card back at him, as I couldn't do what Matthew had done. Today was our anniversary celebration. I was still Matthew's wife.

"What are you thinking?" Atlas's slender fingers held the card, watching my flushed face. "Where has your

mind gone? I mean, I'm more than willing to comply."

"What are you saying?" I snapped, my voice low, and tried to turn away.

He pressed the card back into my hand. "You'll find out later. It's up to you!"

With that, he walked out of the room. I was left clutching that room key in bewilderment.