Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I chuckled, thinking Ava was indeed attached to me. However, I had been so busy that I hadn't spent much quality time with her. Honestly, I felt guilty about it.

Since my mom told me not to enter the music room, I sat with her in the small living area upstairs instead. I leaned against her affectionately, as it had been a long time since I felt this close to my mom, especially after learning about my true identity.

I felt an unusual comfort as I rested against her. However, Atlas's description of Lucille's final moments flooded my mind, sending shivers down my spine. My mom glanced down at me and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

She instinctively palmed my forehead to check for signs of illness. I quickly reassured her, "No, I'm just tired from today."

"Then go to bed. You've been through a lot, dear," my mom spoke softly.

I murmured, "I'm waiting for Atlas to get back. I have something to tell him." Suddenly, my nose tingled, and I silently uttered, "My poor mother died tragically."

stroke my hair, and I felt a lovely warmth. I wished everything was just a dream. There were no so-called truths in dreams, just a lifetime

myself, fearing my mom might sense my inner turmoil. I changed the subject, "I sent Ryan back to Bibury for a two-week vacation. He has a girlfriend who's an architect. She's beautiful, and they love each other. They

finally feel at ease, or I'd always feel indebted to Ryan. He should have

seemed my mom had entirely regarded Atlas as her son-in-law, so she always felt a

Year. Since our old house is

It's so big, so having more people over would be great. I'll discuss it with Atlas and invite more people here to celebrate the New Year

wonderful.

it? It felt

it's already October now." My mom sighed and then added, "Our house is nearing the end of its

looked at her. "What's there to check out? Let's just sell that Bibury

out instead! We can't