Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I nestled comfortably in his arms, listening to his descriptions. It was my first time here, so everything felt novel.

"Is there anything delicious to eat here?" I asked.

"Of course. When did my baby become such a foodie?" He nibbled on my earlobe, and I instinctively recoiled, giggling.

I whispered softly in his ear, "I don't see any chaos here."

He laughed and kissed me. "Everything always looks more glamorous on the surface."

I immediately understood his underlying message. But I felt content and safe with him by my side.

When we arrived at the hotel, I was even more amazed. The beauty here was intoxicating. I had seen plenty of subtropical landscapes, but this place left me speechless. As we got out of the cars, Atlas said to Arnold, "You take care of them."

Arnold was clearly very familiar with this place. And to my surprise, the people here spoke a language I understood.

The hotel was by the sea, with detached guesthouses. Atlas didn't bother about the others and took me to our unit. "What about them?" I asked worriedly.

"Arnold is a regular here," Atlas said.

me. Besides, I could see a few of

me upstairs and pressing me onto the bed. "What are you doing?"

kissing me. I couldn't resist his warmth, and soon, we were entangled

been busy dealing with one problem after another recently. It had been a while since we

had both laid ourselves bare with no lingering resentment. Any

all my frustration and anger,

close, asking,

snorted. "You've had your fill, but I'm

laughed uproariously, then pressed down on me again. "Who said I

began, and I was completely swept away. I had no strength

there, he looked at me, asking, "Shall I get them to bring food up? We can eat in

you sure it's okay to leave them like

course, if you

got up, washed up, put on some clothes, and went downstairs to order some food

turned over and looked at the breathtaking scenery outside. The floor-to-ceiling window

was with my father, wanting to bring

Atlas returned

wrapping his