Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

The man's reaction was incredibly swift. Just as he threw the remote, he viciously tightened his grip around my neck, causing me to tilt backward.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, I was dragged over the platform's railing, plummeting downward.

I instinctively let out a scream. This feeling was terrifying, something I had experienced many times in my dreams. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The man's arm, tightly clung to my neck, refusing to let go.

Just as I realized I was falling, suspended mid-air, I felt my ankle suddenly being clamped. My body abruptly halted, but the grip around my neck intensified, making breathing difficult.

In the next moment, another gunshot echoed, and I heard a muffled sound as something pierced into the flesh. I felt my neck tighten even more, and my vision started to blur. However, fortunately, my neck suddenly felt relieved.

A rush of fresh air filled my lungs, and I instinctively covered my neck, gasping for breath.

In fear, I widened my eyes and looked up. I found myself hanging upside down on the edge of the building, and the man who had just been gripping my neck was rapidly descending. I screamed in terror. "Don't move, Chlo, don't move..."

down, I gazed at Atlas. He, too, was hanging upside down, firmly holding my ankle with one hand and using the other to grip the edge of the

feel the strong breeze against my face, and my hair hung toward the ground. Tears rolled down my face

hanging in the balance. The world seemed to have stopped, and all I

survival instinct kept me

that any movement might make Atlas lose his grip on my foot, and I dreaded the thought of increasing his burden, potentially leading us both to fall

terrifying noise sent shivers down my spine. It was a sound I was sure would haunt me for the rest of my

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same time, I felt the grip on my ankle gradually loosening. I understood

Dylan had grabbed Atlas's foot. In a swift motion, he released the hand supporting himself and clutched my ankle. It was like adding an extra layer of

that moment, another agile companion, equipped with a rope, descended rapidly to my position. He reached out

to the companion, closing my eyes and refusing to open them again. Suddenly, I felt the rope being pulled upward. I had no idea how I was being lifted. Meanwhile, Atlas had been pulled up by

pulled

Atlas