บททั้งหมดของ After His Eyes Opened: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“Mommy! Do you like this one?” Leo perked up, his doe eyes widened with expectation. I reached for the drawing and gasped. “Wow, This is perfect!”Leo puffed his chest. “I drew it! Me!” He pointed to himself and I poked him, causing his giggles to fill the room. He ran off to continue drawing with his siblings while I slacked against the couch. We were in a cabin close to the picnic. Atlas suggested we rest before exploring new places tomorrow. As usual, he slid out to answer a call. I ran my hands through my hair. I had to figure out what he was hiding — what he was protecting me from. Or who…I stood up to grab a glass of water when 90’s music blasted through the speakers. Lily bounced, strolling in with Atlas. I carried her for nine months and she dared to not only look like him — but also become her father’s girl. Atlas approached me and placed a silver necklace around my neck. I raised an eyebrow but he showed me a similar one on his next, “Tch,” I scoffed. “Matching ne

Ryle dragged me to the cabin and shoved me toward the kitchen. “It seems you’ve made a feast. Darn it, my wife is a good cook!” He taunted. “Who did you make this for? Me? Oh no, don’t tell me it’s Atlas and those illegitimate spawns.” he scrunched his nose in disgust. “That’s alright, The right person will eat it. I want a little of everything.” he gestured at the dishes before leaving. I slid to the ground and curled into myself. My eyes stung with fresh tears and I could barely feel my legs. I struggled to hear my whimpers over the sound of my heart pounding against my chest. I glanced at the knife on the kitchen island and reached for it before freezing. No, I couldn’t end my life. I couldn’t leave my children. But, Atlas…Was this what he feared? Was this why he brought us to the picnic? Was this why he wanted to tag along? Why didn’t he just spell it out? Now, he’s….I shook the thought away and stood. No, Atlas… he couldn’t leave me. Not when we’ve become so close, when

“Lovie,” I breathed as her grip on my chin tightened. She turned my cheek and traced it. “One would think having a husband as powerful as Atlas Volkan meant immunity” She released me, grinning ear to ear. “Poor you, maybe he got tired of you, right?”My heart raced at her words, as a child I adored Lovie. As a teenager, I feared and tiptoed around her, desperate to please. A small smile crept unto my lips. “I’m here because I killed a man, Lovie.”Her smile slipped off her face and she tilted her head. “Atlas made you take the fall for murder?” she taunted and my grin grew wider. “I knew he didn’t care about you, but this…” she tutted. “Is just… sad.”I stepped forward and she poked me. “Just between the two of us, did he confess his disgust, or… are you still hanging on to your unrealistic expectations?”“I watched him die,” I said instead, stepping forward, this time, she recoiled. “Gasping for air, writhing in pain while I stood above him,” she back hit the wall at this point and

“Peekaboo?” Atlas said, and I blinked.“Yeah?”“Are you listening?” He asked, examining my face. “What happened?”I stared at him for a moment. Atlas was busy risking everything for me. I couldn’t distract or make him worry.Besides, it was Lovie. She was all bark and no bite anyway.So, Instead of speaking, I silenced him with a kiss, pulling away so he could catch his breath.“Ju-”“I’m fine, Atlas.” I lied. “Inmates can be crazy at times,” The dark-haired man stared at me for a few seconds before sighing. “I’ll get you out of here,” he promised. “We have the best lawyers and they are trying to appeal and get a hearing date,” he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear before whispering.“Please hang on,” he begged and I smiled, leaning against him. The sound of his heartbeat lulled me into comfort.“As for these,” he said, probably referring to my bruises. “I don’t care if I have to sue the president. They will held accountable for this,”Classic Atlas. He was a hurricane to ever

“Leo! It’s my turn!” Lily hissed as they bickered. I could barely hear them over the sound of Greta pulling the twentieth dress over my head. We are on the jet, returning to Germany. I was on the jet, returning alone. While the person who completed me was all the way over there. On some island whose address I didn’t even know. “Julia…” Greta paused. “Take the dresses away,” I whispered, yanking the designer dress off me. “Atlas bought them with a love of us,”“Love that wasn’t strong enough to keep him here,” A tear rolled down my cheek. “Julia. I think you’re taking this the wrong way.”“He’s my husband, Greta. I know him better than I know myself. Something is wrong and I can’t do anything to fix it,” I let a sob break through. “I can’t even describe how this feels,”She stared at me for a few seconds before tackling me into a hug. 90’s music tore through the air and we turned to see Louis standing at the door. He was holding a small speaker. He wordlessly dropped it on my