Beyond the Divorce

Being Elusive

glanced at her and nearly laughed. After composing myself, I asked, “Oh, I see. Anything else?”

She did not expect my reaction and looked surprised. She looked me up and down before asking, “Aren’t you going to ask who I’m going with?” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Who you go with doesn’t concern me, so why would I ask that? I’m uninterested in your affairs. Besides, I don’t understand your work. Maybe you should talk to Ivanna? She might be interested,” I remained indifferent, making her think I was bored.

“I’m going with Atlas. What do you think?” Harmony looked at me provocatively.

“Oh, wow! Is he your so–called boyfriend?” I continued to play along. “I don’t think it matters to me, but you should probably tell his cousin. She might be interested. Don’t be fooled. As your neighbor, I’ll remind you

to be more careful,”

Harmony was puzzled by my words. She froze, trying to digest my words.

I left her and approached my house’s entrance, wondering how she entered the show business. With a brain like hers, she was lucky to become famous. Still, I knew her popularity wouldn’t last.

As I was about to open the door, she turned and said, “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

She had fallen into my trap. If Stella wanted to play with me, I wouldn’t let her sit idly by. I would give her a show since she wanted to watch by the sidelines. However, I needed time to groom the “innocent”

Harmony.

“Take your time thinking about it. Have you considered the motive behind someone who took the initiative to talk to you?” Before entering my house, I said, “Neighbors can be helpful sometimes, not to mention we look pretty alike. I advise you to be mindful of others.”

I turned back to smile at her. “Thanks for coming to greet me. I hope you have a wonderful time in

Jitador.

I even hummed a tune as I entered. I knew I had left the naive Harmony with some pondering.

My mom was delighted when she saw me entering while humming. Although I couldn’t remember much of my childhood, I remember my parents loving and cherishing me.

Still, I had neglected them when I was with Matthew. My parents hoped for my visit every year, only for me to constantly disappoint them. I felt an inexplicable happiness now that I could live with them again.

wanted to go to Pleca Park after meeting Harmony just now. However, I found it hard to broach the

with my daughter at home instead.

After putting Ava to sleep, I talked to my mom while lying on her lap. Suddenly, I remembered my old collarbone injury. I had wanted to ask about it but never had the chance. “Mom, how did I injure my collarbone? Also, it’s strange that I can’t remember much of my childhood.”

My mom looked at me and smiled. “Why don’t you remember? You fell,”

“When did it happen?” I sat up, realizing there was something more to it. “I don’t remember at all.”

“It’s nothing worth remembering. You fell off a motorcycle when someone sent you to school. It was your dad’s colleague who rode the bike. Don’t mention it again, okay? He didn’t do it on purpose.

Forget about

the painful things and remember the happy ones.”

“I can’t remember the happy times either,” I pried for answers, “Can you explain what happened, please?”

“He was riding a motorcycle to take you to school, and you fell off when he tried to avoid a car. You got thrown off and hit your collarbone,” my mom explained simply, but I sensed her being elusive about

something

“Your dad almost severed ties with that man because of the accident, so don’t mention it again. Your dad gets mad whenever he thinks about it. It even keeps him up at night,” my mom cautioned me again, “Hast

it been hurting recently?”

I shook my head. “No, it hasn’t hurt for a long time. I just wanted to know what happened because I can’t

remember it. It’s strange.

My mom seemed odd as she recounted the incident. I wondered if she had something to do with it.

Hence, my imagination ran wild.