Beyond the Divorce

What Did You Do To Me? Our eyes locked.

His arm tightened around me so much that I couldn’t breathe.

My hand grew weak as i pushed him, eventually resting gently on his waist.

I felt him tense for a moment.

He tilted his head and locked his lips with mine.

He kissed me passionately.

I felt as though I’d been electrified, too weak to resist.

He held my head, deepening the kiss.

I could hardly breathe as strange images of Matthew and Melanie’s intimate moments played in my mind.

It fueled my desire for this thrill.

Alcohol, rage, and revenge probably drove my response.

I pressed up against him, kissing him passionately in return.

Gradually, those images faded, and I only wanted to prolong my desire for him.

My mind went blank.

I Finally, Atlas released me.

I took a deep breath, not daring to look at him.

I picked up the wine, intending to take another sip, but he swiftly took it away.

“You can’t drink anymore!” His voice turned stem.

I squinted my eyes.

“Why do you care? I bought it with my money.

Do you think I’m rich?” I was drunk, so my tongue was stiff.

I used to drink a lot, but now it makes me sad, bitter, and numb.

“I want to toast to the past! I want a fresh start!” After shouting these words at the rushing river, I giggled and collapsed into his arms.

“Stay conscious!” He insisted, lifting me into his arms.

“I’ll help you.” His words confused me.

My brain had grown sluggish.

I floated as though in a dream as Atlas carried me.

My subconscious reminded me to avoid this man.

I woke up the next day.

My head pounded, and I rolled over, exhausted.

I didn’t want to open my eyes, but I was unbearably thirsty.

“Are you awake?” I heard a gentle voice say.

Startled, I opened my eyes and anxiously looked toward the voice.

When I saw the chiseled face, I shrieked.

I scrambled backward but was swiftly pulled back.

“You’re going to fall!” I closed my eyes, my mind racing to figure out what had happened.

How could it be him? W–What had +15 BONUS The sheets were comfortable, and I cautiously felt myself and groaned.

When have I ever slept naked? “Are you scared now?” Atlas‘ voice contained a hint of playfulness and warmth.

“Atlas, y–you, we…” My words came out incoherent.

“Do you regret it?” His eyes were electric and fixed on me.

They were even softer now.

He wore a loose bathrobe that hinted at his solid chest.

I averted my eyes as I tried to recall what happened last night.

It frustrated me, as I didn’t want this.

I didn’t want to be like Matthew.

My dignity was more important.

Atlas watched my expression and did not release his hold on me.

Feeling his intense gaze on me made me shiver.

I then grew angry.

“What did you do to me?” I “What do you wish I’d done? A smirk curled on his lips.

He was entirely different from the Atlas I knew, but I didn’t really know him.

As I swallowed dryly, I inwardly cursed.

This Atlas was genuinely unpredictable.

How did he find me? How did he know my whereabouts? He let go of my arm and asked in a warm voice, “Do you want some water? You must be thirsty.” His smile seemed almost devilish.

What did he have to say it like that? It was natural for me to be thirsty.

We did nothing? Come on, who was he kidding? If he was telling the truth, why would I be naked? I was highly frustrated. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

I didn’t want this.

There went my dignity! Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

I quickly hid under the covers.