Beyond the Divorce



I knew Atlas seemed cold on the outside, but deep down, he was warm-hearted. He cherished family above all else.

Perhaps family love was something scarce in his life. In the Pierce family, it was practically non-existent, which explained his distant attitude toward his grandfather.

All they showed toward their kin was indifference and cruelty.

As I looked at the elderly woman before me, I softly called out, "Sandy."

She instantly broke down, embracing me once again. "Ms. Stella, you've grown up so much! I'm so happy that I get to see you again."

I felt choked up too, and I was deeply regretting not remembering anything. I hated not understanding her significance in my life.

Atlas quickly pulled me away, telling the nanny, "You say you're not old? You cry at the drop of a hat. That's a sign of ageing." Sandy chuckled at his words. "You just want me to get old, don't you?"

"You still have kids to take care of, so don't make her cry. She's pregnant now." Atlas sounded somewhat smug.

Her mouth was agape as she looked at me, then at my abdomen. "Y-You two are really together? And with a kid on the way?"

Atlas shrugged, spreading his hands. "I made sure to find my wife. You've always known that she would be my wife."

Perhaps it was this statement, or maybe the nanny saw our joyful expressions, or she learned about my pregnancy, but she suddenly burst into dance.

Her slightly plump body swayed, lifting our spirits. I couldn't help but smile broadly. She was a unique elderly woman.

All the anxiety I had felt along the way disappeared in that moment.

Atlas was also amused by Sandy's dance. He squinted his eyes and said, "Sandy, we're hungry."

Instantly, the nanny froze in her tracks, as if someone had pressed the pause button. In the next moment, she vanished into the wind.

Atlas laughed like a child, embracing me and kissing me. "Our home used to be so carefree and joyful."

I looked at him, trying hard to recall those scenes, but my mind was still blank.

"Really?" I concealed my disappointment and pretended to be happy.

Before long, Sandy came out again, informing us that dinner was ready. There wasn't much food on the table, but it was surprisingly delicious.

I didn't feel nauseous at all. Sandy stood beside me, urging me to eat quickly.

"You sit too, and let's eat together," I said to her.

"I'll watch you eat. Eat and see if it still tastes the same." She gestured, her tone sincere and eager.

Atlas looked at me warmly, saying, "Go ahead. See if you like the taste."

Sandy nodded eagerly. "Try it."

I picked up my spoon hesitantly, took a bite of the vegetables, and felt a different sensation on my tongue. The vegetables were tender, fresh, and perfectly seasoned with a hint of garlic.

"It's so delicious!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

Sandy laughed joyfully, "These were your favorite vegetables."

My favorite vegetables?

I looked at Atlas, seeking confirmation.

Atlas nodded. "You loved them when you were a child."Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He then picked up a piece of toast and put it in front of me, indicating that I should try it.

I picked it up with my hand, took a small bite, and exclaimed, "Is this cinnamon toast?" Sandy nodded eagerly.

But suddenly, the food seemed tasteless to me. Atlas had mentioned that my mother had made my favorite cinnamon toast for us that day, and then she was gone forever.

Atlas immediately sensed my mood and patted my back. "Don't dwell on unpleasant memories. Look, we've moved on. With the nanny here, we're lucky to enjoy the delicious food from that time."

"It's so good to be back." I smiled, choking up.

"Yes, so we should look forward to the better things in life. Look, we came back, didn't we?" Atlas said it with deep emotion.

I grinned. "Let's eat."

That meal became my strongest memory, even though I couldn't remember anything else. Sandy told me so much about my food preferences back then.

We talked so much over the meal that it was already late at night by the time we stood up.