All Chapters of After His Eyes Opened: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Atlas…” I began, my eyes tracing the broken decorations, smashed flowers, and empty bottles of whiskey. My eyes didn’t dare meet his. I couldn’t. I did this… this was all my fault. “You missed your toast,” Atlas said and I blinked away tears. “I know I’m late. I am so sorry—““It was our engagement, Julia,” he perked up, reddened eyes staring back at me. “You should have seen me… standing there. Promising everyone to wait, because ya know…” He stood up and walked over to me. “My wife was coming.” His voice cracked. I wanted to rip my heart out. “The woman I love, she promised, ya know?” “Atlas, please—““And I believed it till the last moment,” His words were slurred and the stench of alcohol made my breath hitch. “Until of course,” He held up his phone. “Everyone called me out on my delusion.”My heart stopped as I took in the news on the tabloids. Julia Volkan was returning as the Silver designer, choosing her career over engagement.That was oddly specific. “I was going to t

I shifted my weight from one foot to another as the press conference started. Several reporters filtered in and I lost count of the camera flashes. The sheer amount of people who came to see the Silver designer looked unrealistic. When I was younger, this was my dream — Now, when it finally became a reality?It was a freaking nightmare. Greta informed me that the sponsor was going to arrive at any moment. I just had to wait until he arrived, give a speech and we’d be done. The statement had been prepared and before disappearing into the crowd, she informed me all I had to do was smile, speak, and hope those reporters kept their end of the deal. “It’s alright, it’s alright.” A familiar voice chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. I turned to see the culprit and my blood ran cold. “You see, when Julia approached me to sponsor her designs, I was initially confused. But then, I realized that her husband was holding her back.” Damian mused, his eyes meeting mine. “I stand with al

“Hi, Jules,” Ryle said and I recoiled. He raised his hands in mock offense but the smile never fell from his face. “Long time no see. I would have you know… preferred we met on–““What do you want?” I spat, standing straight. “Is that how you’ll thank me for saving your life?”“No,” I stepped forward. “This is my way of saying screw you.”I tried to leave but he caught my wrist, and I yanked it away. Ryle turned, his blue eyes locking with mine for a split second. “I am not the enemy, Julia. I can however, help you fight off the enemy,”“Save your theatrics for someone who cares,”“Atlas for example?” he spat and I froze. “We both cared about him and what did he do?” Ryle circled me. “He married my wife,” He gestured at me, “and abandoned her to die,” He pointed at the railing. “You’ll never be half the man he is,”“Even now, you defend him. What does he have, Julia? What makes him special? So… worth dying for.”“He doesn’t fake his death, or vanish for six years and reappear lik

“Atlas!” The dark haired man covered my lips and ducked. He remained on top of me as the guard fiddled with the roof, trying to yank it off. “I thought you were desperate to get rid of me, but… you’re crying peekaboo?” A sob bubbled in my throat. If they yanked it off, Ryle would kill Atlas. “Is this how little you trust me?”“Wait!”Our eyes darted to the roof and Atlas pressed a kiss to my hair. He had terrible timing. “What is it?” Ryle growled from above. “Madam’s tracker has been found. It’s upstairs!”Since it loomed over us. I frowned, a tracker was on me? Atlas shrugged, scrunching his nose as he peeped at them. He… did he drop the tracker intentionally? How did he even know about that? Why would Ryle put a tracker on me in the first place?“Are you certain?” Ryle sneered. “If you are wrong…”“Yes, boss!” another guard squeaked. “A maid said she saw Madam! We are about to grab her,”Wait. If I was here, why was the maid lying? What was going on? Why was Atlas so calm

“Atlas…” I trailed off, staring at the file. “You didn’t have to,” He pulled me closer and opened the file. “Yeah, I didn’t. But, I wanted to,” He kissed my forehead. “Besides, I know how much Dulia meant to you, and trying to take your career away from you…” My eyes scanned the documents, it was the legal rights to Dulia. I started that company months ago and Damien snatched it from me. “It was selfish and stupid of me,” Atlas admitted and my heart fluttered, his hands reaching to brush my cheek. “I want you to know that I’ll always be eternally glad to—“ “This is enough,” I said, almost breathless. “you don’t have to do anything else,” “Allow me, peekaboo,” His eyes locked with mine. “I will always be eternally grateful to be the silver designer’s husband. If that’s the only title I hold till death, it would be the most fulfilling one,” “Atlas…” “I want to be at the front row, applauding you at every exhibition, reminding everyone that you’re my wife as you win each aw