Chapter 203
Beyond the Divorce
A Surprising Gift In the following days, Atlas would visit my home in the evenings whenever his schedule allowed, always arriving after Avb had gone to sleep.
I had been curious about Matthew. There had been no news of him, as if he had vanished. The sudden calm left me somewhat uneasy, but I didnât dare bring it up with Atlas.
Things at the company were running smoothly, thanks to Grayson. Everything seemed to fall into place with him in the marketing department, and he and Ryan worked together seamlessly.
Stella called a lot, but I always made excuses and avoided meeting her. After the incident at the party, I knew her true intentions. Engaging in constant mind games with her was exhausting.
Today, I returned home early, went to the supermarket, and bought a bunch of groceries. Then I picked up my daughter, and while playing with her, I prepared several dishes. It had been a long time since I had put this much effort into cooking.
Ava ran around and asked me, âMommy, are you inviting someone over for dinner? Is it Uncle Ryan again or Aunt Ivanna?
I looked at her adorable face. âWhy do you ask?â
âBecause we usually donât eat that much!â
I chuckled, feeling a bit guilty. I resolved to make our days together even better from now on, no matter what. With the dishes prepared, I called Atlas.
He sounded a bit surprised when he answered. âIs something wrong?â
âDo you want to come over for dinner? Iâve already cooked!â I knew ATL Empire was close to my place.
I wasnât really expecting him to come when I made the call.
His voice sounded delighted. âSure, Iâll be right there!â
With that, he hung up.
Then, I told Ava, âMommy is inviting a friend over for dinner!â
She looked at me and asked, âWhy?â
âHe always helps me with my problems, and I canât be ungrateful. We must remember to show gratitude. when others do something for us! Itâs called repaying kindness!â
âOkay, Iâll remember that, Mommy!â She ran off to her room, holding her doll.
laughed when he arrived quickly with a box. His foot must have been on the gas pedal the whole time.
The large box he brought was beautifully wrapped, but I had no idea what it contained.
He looked around the living room and asked, âWhereâs the little princess?â
I pointed upstairs. He smiled and quickly kissed my cheek.
Just then, Ava descended slowly down the stairs. She was timid and didnât dare to rush down. As she reached the last few steps, she suddenly spotted Atlas and stared at his face in amazement.
Atlas walked over to her and asked, âAre you Ava?â
She looked at me, feeling a bit awkward. After all, apart from Matthew, Ryan was the only other man she knew.
âWhy arenât you talking to him?â I asked softly, not blaming her.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally responded cautiously. âHello, Mister! How did you know my name is Ava?â
Atlas and I chuckled. He gently lifted her from the stairs, even spinning her around in the air. Ava suddenly became ecstatic, giggling and laughing. Then he walked over to the couch and set her down before handing her the big box. âOpen it up.â
Ava still had a smile on her face as she looked at him and asked, âIs this for me?â
âItâs for you!â Atlas even mimicked her tone.
Ava glanced at me, seeking my approval. âMommy, can I open it?â
âOf course you can. Itâs a gift from Uncle Atlas!â
Holding the bulky box, she wobbled over and handed it to me. âMommy, open it!â
I smiled, looking at Atlas. I had no idea what was inside the box. When I tore off the wrapping paper, I saw two limitedâedition Barbie dolls with different heads and interchangeable outfits. They were jawâ
dropping.
My daughter was stunned, her eyes wide with amazement as she stared at the dolls in the box. She looked just like a miniature version of them, equally stunning. A pang of sorrow rose in my heart, and my eyes grew misty. These were the gifts her dad had never given her.
Do you like them, princess?? Atlas crouched to look at her, and she couldnât be happier.
Ava was so excited that she covered her mouth, let out a scream, and hugged his neck before quickly kissing him on the cheek,