Beyond the Divorce

My dad nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll go along with your decision." Atlas smiled reassuringly, sensing that something was bothering me.

"You look tired. Why don't you go upstairs, take a shower, and rest for a bit? We can have dinner together." I gave him an admiring look, then stood up and asked, "Aren't you coming with me?" Atlas quickly said, "Dad, I'll go upstairs with Chlo." Hearing him casually call my father "Dad" always leftfeeling strange.

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He followed me, and as we returned to the room, he asked, "Why do you look so unhappy?" I briefly explained the current situation to him. With a bitter expression, I said, "I can't get any leverage on Liora, and that's bothering me." Atlas pressedonto the bed and kissed me. "Is that what's troubling you? The more challenging the situation, the better." I looked at him, perplexed. "Why?" He nibbled on my lip and then looked at me, saying, "People tend to reveal their flaws when they are self-satisfied. Don't be anxious, and stay calm." I rolled my eyes but considered his words, which made sense.

I said, "I'm afraid she'll slip away." "You mean run off? Where would she go? If she makes a move, she'll get caught. Don't you understand that?" He confidently asked. "But I can't find any solid evidence against them. I can't take action," I said, feeling helpless. "This dragging on is frustrating!" "Then set a trap for them and lure them out! Make them act again, and then..." he trailed off.

I looked at Atlas in amazement, asking, "How do we lure them out?" "To keep something unknown, you must do nothing yourself. Isn't there only one material officer? Make another one! Haven't you heard the saying, 'The guilty conscience needs no accuser?" I stared at him with doubt. "Make another one?" My mind kept turning over Atlas's words. "Are you saying...' I instantly understood what he meant, pushed his shoulders away, and looked at his mesmerizing eyes. "Mislead them, attract their attention, force them to act again, and then..." 11 He looked atwith a charming expression. "Smart! How about givingsencouragement? Reward him with a little pre- dinner exercise?" I instantly felt exasperated. "Atlas, can't you be less practical? Must there always be tit for tat? Letgo. I need to take a shower. I'm tired and want to sleep for a while Don't cling to me!" He put on a sulking expression. "Of course, there must be clear rewards and punishments. You'll sleep better after sexercise. Try it, and you'll see." After saying that, he liftedand headed straight for the bathroom. I screamed, realizing something was off. Trying to lower my voice, I scolded him, "Atlas, you're so annoying! Ava will be back soon. What are you doing?" "I'm exercising!" He hadpinned down in seconds, wasting no time.

He never adhered to the rules in this matter. He promised just once, but he always stretched it infinitely.

I was furious, as I had planned to catch up on sleep but was interrupted. After the shower, he insisted on followingdownstairs. It was really annoying.

This situation madefeel somewhat guilty, and it was clear that we had done something inappropriate.