Lola learned a lot just by talking with Penny, Finn, Slater, and Hugo. She was pleased—relieved, even—to find people who had experienced the same phenomenon as her. All this time, she thought it only happened to her.
Who would have thought there were more people like her? And to make it better, they were the very people she now called family.
Still, it made her wonder... why them?
Above all, it made her wonder about many other things, despite gaining some clarity from the discussion.
Lola paused by the doorframe of the kids’ area, leaning against the jamb. Inside, Atlas sat with Chacha holding his hand, making him sign her homework. Second, meanwhile, was wrestling with his little cousins. The quadruplets were doing typical one-year-old things—except for one of them, who was climbing the curtains.
...Or was curtain-climbing normal toddler behavior too?
Not letting the children’s daily dose of near-death activities distract her, she shifted her eyes to where her husband sat.
According to his siblings, Atlas wasn’t supposed to be in this position, she thought.
The one who should have been carrying the burdens of the secret society was Zoren—Penny’s husband. Zoren’s mother came from one of the big families tied to the secret society. Although the Bennets fought for and with Zoren, they all knew the price of freedom was high.
And it cost them Atlas.
The thought brought mixed emotions to her chest, but she knew—deeply—that Atlas wanted this. After knowing him and loving him so long, Lola knew this was exactly the kind of burden Atlas would choose. Not the secret society itself, but the safety of his siblings and family.
He may not have been sentimental, but he was reliable. And if it were for the family, he would lock himself away a thousand times if it meant ensuring their safety and freedom.
But that didn’t ease the faint pain she felt for him.
All this time, I thought he lived a perfect life. But now... I understand how different expectations are from reality.
The Bennet family was close-knit and loving, yes—but they were far from perfect. For all their success and unity, they also had huge problems. Problems Lola would never have known if she had remained on the outside.
Secret society... she thought, her mind drifting back to their discussion. And Atlas doesn’t even remember his first life.
"What are you thinking?"
Lola flinched at Atlas’s voice close to her. Her eyes shook slightly as she lifted her head, catching him already standing before her.
His gaze swept over her, head lowered slightly. "Did they bother you?"
"Huh?" She snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head. "No one bothered me."
He didn’t reply, but she could tell from his expression that he was trying to detect even the slightest reason to kick everyone out. Before he could, Lola jumped onto him, wrapping her arms around him.
As she pressed her cheek against his chest and tightened her hold, his brows lifted. He looked down at her, mild surprise flickering in his eyes.
"I’m just..." she hummed, trying to articulate her feelings. "I just missed you, that’s all. You said you’d follow me outside after you talked to the butler."
He patted her back, letting her cling to him, though his posture stayed stiff. "The kids dragged me to spend time with them."
"Hehe." She chuckled. "What do they want this time?"
Atlas glanced over his shoulder at the chaos behind him. Chacha had her back turned to them, clearly hiding something.
"Fraud," he said.


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