Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

While showering, my mind wandered. There had been no news from Johnson regarding Matthew's current situation, and I wondered if they had met with Adrian. Then there was Liora. Despite the constant online buzz about her misdeeds and Melvern coming to discuss cooperation, she seemed to have disappeared. However, I knew she was doing something in the dark.

After I came out of the shower, I dried my hair and sent a message to Ivanna.

Ivanna had been quite elusive ever since Jared returned. They seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving things calm. Still, I worried about Trinity.

I couldn't find any information about Trinity's situation in Yare. After contemplating for a long time, I realized I wasn't sure what I was thinking about. It was just a chaotic mess. As I pondered these issues, Ivanna called.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" she asked bluntly.

"Why ask me? Aren't you the one who should be getting more rest? I only sent a message to avoid disturbing your rest. It looks like I was overly concerned," I complained. "I'm waiting for Jared to come back. He has something to deal with tonight," Ivanna said.

I chuckled, "Is it to the point where you can't sleep until he's back?"

"Don't just blame me. Aren't you still awake too?" She retorted disdainfully.

"We just got back not too long ago, and we got a deal for another contract. That's why we're here. How have you been these past few days?" I asked.

"I'm still a bit restless. When will this get better? I'm really struggling. I can't keep anything down," she expressed her frustration weakly.

"It varies from person to person. Some get over it in a few days, while it lasts the entire pregnancy for others. Everyone's different. Don't worry; it'll pass eventually," I reassured her.

"Oh my god. If I had known it would be so difficult, I wouldn't have..." she started.

"Don't say that. Every woman faces this challenge. Do you think babies fall from the sky? Lauren and I bought some clothes for you. I'll bring them over one of these days. Did you see her today, by the way?" I inquired, realizing I hadn't seen her today.

"No, I haven't seen her for several days," Ivanna said casually.

"Well then, you should go to bed early. Let's stop chatting. Get plenty of rest." I advised.

"I'll turn into a pig by sleeping so much." She chuckled. "He doesn't want me to go back to Bourdamun. The next season of the show is about to start filming, and I'm still lying low."

"If it's not possible, just quit," I suggested. "This is a crucial time, and you should focus entirely on caring for yourself and your baby."

"No, I can't have to persist. This is equally important. The show is like my child as well. Even though thought about finding a guest fole during this period, I must see this

show through.

"It holds a special meaning to me. Who else would I give this huge opportunity to?" Ivanna shared her thoughts with me. I knew she valued her career more than anything else.

Moreover, she was justified as this documentary was crucial, It shows the development of Bourdamun, especially the construction of the new area in Bourdamun, which was

of national importance.

As long as the construction of the new area was successful, this documentary would become a tribute, undoubtedly skyrocketing in popularity.

In that case, Ivanna would also rise to fame.

"Then you must take good care of yourself."

After hanging up the phone, I sent a message to Lauren, making a tentative inquiry.

She didn't reply after a long time. It seemed she was asleep.

I climbed into bed, intending to lie down. But just as I did, Atlas walked in. He looked like he had already showered.

Seeing I was just getting into bed, he asked gently, "Why haven't you slept yet? You're not waiting for me, are you?"

I disdainfully gave him a glance. "Narcissist."

He chuckled and walked over, leaning down to look at me from a higher vantage point. "Is that so? I behaved so well today. Shouldn't there be a reward for me?"

I chuckled. Everything had to involve rewards.

He walked over, kissed me, and then got into the bed while pulling me into his arms.

"Grandpa called again to urge us to visit him." He casually mentioned.

I immediately looked at him and asked, "What should we do? Should we go back?"

"Yeah, let's wait for my parents to return first. Tomorrow, let Dylan handle your applications and be prepared."

Indeed, I had a passport, but there were no records of me leaving the country yet.