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."

harbor resentment toward Clark, thinking I'd never let him off the hook. Meanwhile, my mom continued to stroke my hair, and I felt a lovely warmth. I wished everything was just a dream. There were no so-called truths

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

that. I can finally feel at ease, or I'd always feel indebted to Ryan. He should have found a girlfriend

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

for the New Year. Since our old house is vacant, they can stay there. After all,

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

wonderful. Time

it? It felt like we

it's already October now." My mom sighed and then added, "Our house

and looked at her. "What's there to check out? Let's just

instead! We can't sell