Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 907

I didn't know who to trust anymore. Maybe I could only trust Atlas, who was holding me tight right now.

I wanted to know what happened to past me, but it seemed impossible to find any answers.

I really didn’t understand why they erased my memories. They had no right to strip away my right to know, no matter who they were.

After a while, I finally calmed my overwhelming emotions and stepped out of Atlas's embrace.

I looked up at him, pretended nothing was wrong, and said, "It's nothing, I just missed you. Let's go home."

He bent down, gazed into my eyes, and said softly, "Really? If there's something wrong, you need to tell me. I’ll help you fix it."

"What if I never remember the past again?" I couldn't hold back my emotions.

"Don't think about it, then," he said decisively.

"But I want to know about the time we spent together." I started to tear up.

"I'll tell you all about it. I’ll recount every day I remember. I won’t miss a single detail," he said solemnly.

Melancholy washed over me.

How could it compare to what I remembered myself? What I remembered carried the hues of my own emotions, rather than the stories he told me.

But I didn't want Atlas to worry about me.

He had been worrying about me for too many years.

So I looked up at his handsome face and smiled as I said, "Alright. Tell me all about it. One bit at a time, every day."

"Absolutely." He nodded without hesitation.

"Let's go home,” I exclaimed, putting on a cheerful facade and linking my arm with his as we walked outside together.

During the car ride, I told him about the people I met at Archie's request. I was sure that Atlas knew who they were, but he didn't tell me much about them.

I showed him the gifts they had given me, and he took the ugly stone, examining it with deep, profound eyes.

"Are you interested in that rock? Take it then," I joked.