Chapter 11 Through the haze of my tears , I thought I saw him . The man who had once held me close at my fathers funeral , his arms a shelter as my world crumbled . * Celeste , I will give you a home . Everything I have belongs to you . * His voice had been so steady that day , his embrace so sure , as if I had been his entire world . What a cruel illusion . Now , as I laid Atlas onto our bed , I no longer moved with the tenderness I once did . I didnt take off his shoes . I didnt press a glass of water to his lips , murmuring words of comfort . I simply turned away . For the first time in five years , I shut myself inside the guest room . That night , I lay awake , staring at the ceiling , replaying every memory of his love every soft look , every whispered promise . And wondering if any of it had ever been real . Morning light streamed through the curtains , casting a warm glow over the room . I opened my eyes to find Atlas already watching me . His gaze was gentle , his expression full of quiet affection , as if nothing had changed . He leaned down , pressing a slow, familiar kiss to my forehead . Celeste , were you upset last night ? His voice was soft , laced with concern . Im sorry I had too much to drink . I promise it wont happen again . His tenderness was effortless , the same as it had always been . I gave a quiet hum in response , barely audible , then slipped out of bed and into the bathroom . The moment the door shut behind me , I turned on the faucet , letting the cold water run over my fingers . Then , with slow deliberation , I pressed my damp palms to my forehead , wiping away the lingering warmth of his kiss . Breakfast was already laid out when I stepped into the dining room . 19:41 Divorced From The Pretende ? 6.6 % Chapter 11 Once , a sight like this would have made me happy . Atlas always prepared my favorites meticulously plated , arranged with care . But now , after reading his diary , after seeing the truth spelled out so cruelly in his own words … I couldnt even muster the appetite to eat . Because I knew now . These werent my favorite dishes . They were Ivys . The sound of keys turning in the front door made me look up . The door swung open , and Ivy stepped inside , her white dress flowing as she moved through my home as though she belonged there . She walked to the table without hesitation , sliding into a chair across from me , her smile polite , effortless . I hope Im not intruding , she said , voice smooth as silk . Atlas and I have a photoshoot this morning . He told me to come over for breakfast first . I didnt respond . My gaze had already locked onto something else . A keychain . Dangling from her fingertips identical to the one I carried in my bag . Atlas must have noticed the shift in my expression because he immediately leaned in , his voice low , reassuring . Celeste , Ivy is our closest friend , he murmured . Its normal for her to have a key to our home … His voice trailed off , cut short by his own instinct . Across the table , Ivy had just picked up a glass of soy milk . Atlas was on his feet in an instant , moving without thought . Ivy , you cant drink this . His voice was sharp , urgent . How many times have I told you ? Ivy stilled , then let out a soft laugh , tucking a strand of hair behind her ear . Youre right , she murmured , her tone teasing , affectionate . Thank God , I got you to remind me . Their eyes met , something unspoken passing between them . Something too deep , too natural , but had nothing to do with me . I pushed back my chair , the sound echoing in the quiet room . I didnt want to be here anymore . 19:41 Divorced From The Pretender 6.8 % Chapter 11 I was halfway to the door when Ivy called out again . Celeste , she said , tilting her head in that same effortless way . Youre good at photography , right ? Could you take my pictures today ? I dont trust the new photographer . My fingers clenched . Since my fathers passing . I hadnt touched a camera . Not once . Because the moment I did , I would think of him his steady hands guiding mine , his patient voice teaching me how to frame a shot , his warmth as he stood beside me . Atlas knew this . He had locked all my cameras away , told me I didnt have to force myself , promised that he would wait until I was ready . But now before I could even refuse , Atlas placed a hand on my back , gently ushering me forward . Celeste , he said , almost apologetically , Ivy gets carsick . Lets not make things difficult for her , okay ? You can sit in the back today . A quiet , bitter laugh nearly escaped me . He had forgotten something I was the one who got carsick . In "A Relationship Kept in The Dark" by CrushReel, the storyline unfolds as renowned photographer Jane finds herself drawn to the charismatic rookie model, Hector. 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