Beyond the Divorce

The Truth Unfolds

Shocked by what I was seeing, I retreated, overcome by a fear I had never felt before.

My eyes grew wide, and I wished I was dreaming. However, their faces were unmistakable–it was

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I nearly screamed. Although I knew Matthew was cheating on me, I never imagined it would be with his

own sister.

I was unable to move, as if struck by lightning. Anyone else would have stormed in, but I stood there like a

fool, arms and legs as heavy as lead. The noise in the room was so loud that my ears buzzed, and my

eyes got as big as they could go.

I snapped out of my daze. Before leaving, I took a few photos and a video with shaky hands.

A wave of nausea hit me as I covered my mouth and ran downstairs. I vomited uncontrollably.

Then, I ran aimlessly through the dark streets. I had no plan, no destination, just a never–ending sprint.

All I could think about was how vile they were.

I ran along Bayview Street until I reached the riverside, which was still brightly lit. The burning fire in my

chest consumed my body and mind, and everything became painfully clear.

He had slept with his sister. That was why Melanie always opposed me, yet Matthew still adored her. He

allowed her to be arrogant and disrespectful to me, and he even neglected our daughter.

She could openly pose as his wife at Galar Tower, That was why Johnson said he had never seen

Matthew bring his mistress anywhere. She could go on business trips with him, and the place he bought

was in her name. Everything suddenly made sense.

“Ahh!” I screamed at the roaring river.

Why? Why did it have to be like this? It was all so disgusting! Feeling filthy, I charged down the riverbank. I threw myself into the water, desperate to cleanse myself…

The icy river water engulfed me, and I quickly came to my senses. But it was too late to turn back. I

couldn’t do anything because of the raging current. In my panic, I struggled and fell into the water, making

a splash.

Soon after, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the shore, I was then thrown to the ground. I lay

there coughing and gasping for air.

A towering man stood before me, silhouetted against the light, water beads cascading from his head. His face appeared stern and fearsome in the soft glow.

The man who saved me was Atlas.

A wave of humiliation and anger hit me. I howled and cried like a child.

Atlas didn’t stop me or pull me up. He simply let me wail until I was drained, He stood next to me, his eyes cold and alert, as if to keep me from jumping back into the water,

My cries stopped, and I struggled to get up. I was completely soaked and could not stop shivering, but I managed to stand.

“Thank you for saving me.” My voice was hoarse, and I trembled from the cold.

He walked over to me, removed his wet coat, and put it on m

retained his body heat, keeping me warm and comforted.

shoulders. Though it was damp, the coat

“Don’t do that again. Your parents gave you life to cherish, not waste.” His voice was low and hoarse. He pulled his coat tighter around me, wrapping me snugly.

He did not ask why I did it, or embarrass me. Aside from gratitude, I could not find words to express how I felt.

“You’re the only one who can overcome whatever happens.” His soothing words made my throat tighten again as his warm breath washed over me. It felt like my heart was being ripped apart.

His eyes had softened noticeably. “Let me take you home.”

I forced a bitter smile. “I don’t have a home anymore.”

He paused, then tightened his grip on me, surprising me with his gentle arms.