Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205 There Must Be Someone Else

Moming came, and as the first batch of aluminum–framed windows had arrived, I sent Ava to daycare early. Then, I drove to the warehouse. Before I could finish inspecting the goods, I received a call.

It was from that sharp–witted woman I met last time, Inviting me to a suburban club. After entering the address into the navigation system, I realized it was on the border of the neighboring city. It was a long way from here.

I had a feeling the person I was meeting was not her, Someone else must be involved. I debated whether or not to tell Atlas about this as I rushed toward the location.

Ultimately, I decided against it. I still didn’t know their intentions for wanting to meet me. Why worry him. unnecessarily? Besides, I was selfish. I feared losing him, even if it meant being far away from him. 3

When I arrived at the club, my suspicions were confirmed. There stood Atlas’s aunt, whom I had met once from a distance. The sharp–witted woman introduced her as Mrs. Celine Pierce.

Perhaps it was the Pierce family genes, but his aunt was undeniably beautiful. She was tall and exuded an air of authority. Stella was right–she was formidable, and there wasn’t a trace of warmth about her.

Her every move exuded a cold aloofness, from her hairstyle to her eyes to her clothing. When she saw me, she squinted and raised an eyebrow. “Have a seat.”

I sat beside her on the sofa, pretending to be calm despite my nervousness.

“Do

you

know why I asked you here, Chloe?” Her tone was simple and unassuming. I suspected this was her most restrained demeanor. However, her question was tricky, making it difficult to answer.

It would imply I had done something wrong if I said I knew. Yet if I said I didn’t know, she would see me as evasive. I looked at her, remaining silent. It wasn’t out of disrespect, but I didn’t know how to respond.

Fortunately, she didn’t press the issue. She calmly produced a stack of photos and slowly flipped through them as if I didn’t exist. Her attitude toward me was one of disdain.

She looked at me after going through the thick stack of photos. Then she handed the images over. “The shots are quite good, worthy of a professional. Take a look for yourself.”

accepted the stack of photos, puzzled. As my gaze fell on the first one, my head seemed to buzz and

spin.

The photos depicted Atlas and me in passionate embraces. There were moments of our farewell at my doorstep, moments of him opening the door, gazing at the moon together,

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