Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 642

When he returned, I looked into his eyes and asked, "Have I really lost my memory?"

He looked at me seriously, as if contemplating how to tell me.

I anxiously stared at Atlas, urging, "You’d better tell me the truth. Don't just brush me off. The truth is, I've been like this for a long time.

“Whenever I think about things, my head feels like it will explode, especially when I hear about Stella. Can you tell me what exactly my connection with her is?"

As he observed my unsettled state, he sat on the edge of my bed, pulling me into his embrace. "Take it easy. I'll tell you everything."

"You always say that, but it feels like you're just avoiding the issue each time. Do you know that the more you do this, the more I suffer? Can you tell me about my relationship with Stella?"

I acted like a child, pouting and refusing to give in.

He gave a faint smile, tightening his embrace as he cradled my head, pressing it against his chest. "You..."

After waiting a while without continuing, I broke free from his hold. I stared wide-eyed at Atlas's handsome face, tense.

"Say it..." I anxiously pressed for answers.

I felt like I was getting closer to the truth.

His expression was gentle. "You’re my Stella."

I didn't understand his words, staring at him in shock. After a moment, I asked again, "What did you just say?"

His exquisite features remained composed, and he confidently said, "You are the Stella who has been with me since childhood. The real Stella."

Even though I vaguely understood, his words still left me petrified.

"Atlas, why am I Stella?" My voice trembled. "I'm Chloe. Did you make a mistake? I've always been Chloe."

He cupped my face, gently touching my cheek. "Sweetheart, let's go eat. Then we'll return to Pleca Park and take our time discussing everything, okay?"

I looked at him, telling myself I had to trust him, just like he said. Whatever happened, we had to trust each other.

Feeling powerless, I leaned into his embrace, burying my face in his chest.

This was all too unbelievable. I felt a sense of fear.

During dinner, neither of us mentioned this matter.

After silently finishing our meal, we returned to Pleca Park. He sat beside me, embracing me and remaining silent for a while. I broke the silence, asking him, "Where did Annalise come from?"