Beyond the Divorce



He quickly reached out to support my body, nodding solemnly at me. I stared at him in disbelief.

We locked eyes like that, and he still nodded confidently at me. After a while, he pulled me into his embrace again, whispering softly, "Trust me. Everything is under my control. You've been amazing. So remember, our child is the most important. Got it?"

I felt an unprecedented sense of security in his arms at that moment. Though we had many challenges ahead, I knew with him by my side, we would never lose.

Though accepting what he had just told me was difficult, I believed he had his reasons.

"Is what you're saying true?" I asked him, still finding it hard to believe.

He nodded firmly. "So, don't worry. Your health and our child come first, and I'll handle everything at work.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered my own health. Instinctively, I reached out to touch my stomach. The round, solid bump gave me some reassurance. "What did the doctor say?"

"You're too exhausted. This can't go on. Don't forget, these two inside are still too small!" Atlas emphasized, "If something were to happen to you and the baby, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

"Do you have confidence?" I looked at him.

He gently laid me back on the hospital bed, gazing at me intently, and softly said, "When have I ever miscalculated, my dear wife?"

Hearing his words, I finally felt relieved, but I quickly asked, "But what if...?"

"No 'buts' from you!" Atlas said firmly, "Right now, you need to rest. What's coming next is the main event. If you want me to allow you to continue in your position, you must eat something and get some good sleep. I promise to keep you informed of any developments."

I stared at him for a long time before reluctantly nodding. "Okay."

Upon hearing my agreement, a faint smile finally appeared on his serious face. Just then, Carol knocked on the door and entered, carrying a stack of food boxes.

Atlas quickly lifted me, pulled out a small table, and Carol swiftly arranged the food. At that moment, I truly felt hungry. I realized my last proper meal was at Pleca Park.

As I watched Atlas directing operations on the phone, I pondered what he had told me while hungrily devouring the food in front of me.

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eaten half. Atlas quickly sat in front

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of me, his eyes filled with concern and said Take it easy, don't choke. Look at how you're gobbling up your food. Aren't you afraid the two inside will be like you in the future?

"I'm not as calm as you. Tell me, are you really sure about this?" I looked at Atlas, still feeling a bit uneasy.

"Don't you trust me?" He looked at me sternly.

I had to avert my questioning gaze and nodded repeatedly. "Uh... I trust you!"

"Then, stop asking such questions," he said coldly.

I sighed with resignation and continued eating until I was stuffed.

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He then walked me around the room a few times before returning me to the bed. I tried asking him questions but he said, "Sleep! Ask when you wake up. Right now, your main job is to put my mind at ease and not distract me."

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Hearing his words, I knew he was right. With a full stomach, fatigue overtook me. I couldn't resist anymore and fell asleep instantly.

The investigation results from the scene came out soon, confirming the explosives used in the blast.

It was clear that this was a malicious act of sabotage.

While the situation at the scene was more or less resolved through various efforts, the online trouble didn't end so easily.

All signs pointed to Tanum, bringing up its entire history and gradually dragging ATL Empire into it.

For a moment, the online criticism was overwhelming. They were all hinting at me, the mastermind, and some even suggested exoneration for Matthew.

Although I knew it was someone's

vindictive retaliation, some still

shifted the blame onto me, saying it

wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been so ambitious as a woman.

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As the waves of criticism surged, some people couldn't sit still.

This matter had to start with Atticus's disappearance.