Jaclyn's POVNatash·Yael lowered her head for a moment before looking up, hesitantly saying, "I don't want to, and I can't be separated from Perry."I raised an eyebrow, "It's not that difficult, Natash·Yael. You know I'm busy, with many social engagements. I don't have the energy, time, or interest to marry another Luna. As long as you don't disappear without a word, I'm generally satisfied. Be a dutiful wife, and if you want to continue being a good mother, I have no objections, understand?"Natash·Yael was taken aback for a moment.Honestly, she couldn't quite understand me. With so many women outside, whether they were confidantes or business partners, when have I ever been short of female company?Having a woman at home as uninteresting as her held little appeal for me, and I neither liked nor loved her.Sometimes, Natash·Yael felt that I might even dislike her, thinking that in my eyes, she wasn't even worth keeping like a tasteless but not easily discarded chicken rib, and I ha
Natash's POVThe ward was a single room, and Perry was asleep. The two adults remained silent, creating a somewhat empty atmosphere. Jaclyn felt uncomfortable, sighed quietly, and left.As the door closed, the tears I had been holding back finally fell.Jaclyn·Dills returned half an hour later, holding a pizza box, which he placed on the bedside table.He spoke with a lack of warmth, "Eat something. If you're sick, no one will take care of you."I was taken aback and didn't lift my head to look at him.Jaclyn·Dills sat on the bed, gently pressing Perry's forehead. It felt cool, with a hint of sweat.He pulled out a fresh towel from the bag, washed it in the bathroom with hot water, wiped the sweat from the child's forehead, glanced at the wristwatch, took out a notebook from the side laptop bag, placed it on the nearby table, and began working.After finishing his work, he turned his head slightly and noticed that a cup of hot water had appeared at his side at some point.Jaclyn·Dills
Jaclyn's POVI find that I have no clue how to deal with Natasha Yael. She doesn't tell me anything, and if I confront her, I still can't let go.Despite all this, I still want to continue with her in the long run. People say men can be foolish sometimes.In dealing with Natasha, I feel like I don't even recognize myself.I'm indecisive, and though I talk tough, deep down I'm reluctant. I even threatened her with a court summons, left Red Valley Pack in a fit of anger, and called the lawyer – only to hang up.If it goes to court, there's no turning back for us. I understand that well. But that woman has always been silent, and I never knew she could be so stubborn.Especially considering we rushed into this marriage without much thought. Now she wants a divorce, and it's equally confusing for me.I wish I could open Natasha Yael's head and see what's going on inside. I'm frustrated, and I take Louis out for a drink to vent and talk about these troublesome matters with a friend.Louis
Natasha's POVThese days have been nerve-wracking for me.The courage that surged within me when Jaclyn Dills coldly declared his intentions and left drained away halfway. In the following days, my fear only grew.If I didn't understand Jaclyn Dills, maybe a moment of courage could be excused. However, having loved him for so long, I deeply know that he is not a forgiving person.Beneath his elegant exterior lies a heart that is the most indifferent and worldly.These days, his good mood is probably due to Perry's presence. Jaclyn Dills may be cold, but he cares a lot about family and children.Perry shares his blood, his flesh, his own daughter. I, on the other hand, am just an outsider with a different last name.I find myself unexpectedly envious of our daughter. Watching them, father and daughter, in the hospital from being strangers to becoming familiar and warm with each passing day, the innate connection of blood makes me feel somewhat redundant for the first time."Mommy, momm
Daniel's POVAt the moment the door opened, I couldn't help but feel a momentary daze.Natash·Yael stood there, holding a child, and her appearance made me feel like I had traveled back over twenty years.The guilt I had carried for so long about my ex-wife surfaced uncontrollably as I saw the resemblance between her and my ex-wife.Speaking of my ex-wife, she was not a bad person. She was gentle and understanding, a somewhat quiet woman. In the beginning of our acquaintance, I was drawn to this quietness.I thought, how wonderful it would be to have such a beautiful and peaceful woman. In those years, though we lived modestly, our life was warm.As my career progressed smoothly, I became dissatisfied.Dissatisfied with the tranquility of my wife, disdainful of her ordinariness. People are like that, when ambition swells, they become ugly, and so did I.The divorce was initiated by my ex-wife, but it was me who employed tactics.The cunning and intrigue of the political arena, when ap
Annelie's POVWhen I came back in the evening, Perry was already asleep.I didn't see Natash·Yael in the living room, so I pushed open the bedroom door. The cold hit me as I walked in.No lights were on in the bedroom, but it wasn't too dark. The heavy outer curtains were left open, and the window was wide open, allowing the northern wind, mixed with dry cold air, to sweep in.It lifted the sheer purple curtains at the window, creating a chilly atmosphere.Sitting on the windowsill, Natash·Yael huddled up, legs pulled close to her body. Her black hair fell like a curtain, hiding her face.In the chilly air, she seemed frozen, like a statue, radiating a loneliness that couldn't help but evoke pity.There was a faint smell of smoke in the room. Natash·Yael smoked, a fact known to very few.The first time I saw her smoke, I was genuinely surprised.In my impression, women who smoked had a certain disreputable air, always carrying a strong worldly scent. Natash·Yael, however, was such a q
Natash's POV I picked up my phone to remind Annelie, but before I could dial, the doorbell rang. I put the phone down and went to open the door, saying, "Forgot the keys." My words got stuck in my throat when I saw the person standing outside. Jaclyn·Dills' face remained somber, no different from the day we parted ways. His thin lips were pressed into a line, and he gave me an unfriendly glance before walking in without ceremony. When he saw Perry running around the room, his face suddenly lit up with a rather forced smile. It seemed a bit awkward and uncomfortable, and his change of expression was so rapid that I found it hard to adapt. "Perry, come, Daddy will hug you. Missed Daddy, haven't you?" Perry's eyes lit up at the sight of Jaclyn·Dills. She toddled over, calling out, "Daddy, Daddy," as she ran. In just a few days, she had learned to say it quite clearly. J aclyn·Dills, frozen for a moment, broke into a big smile. He picked up Perry and lifted her above his head, lett
Natasha's POVI don't know Jaclyn at all. I just instinctively feel a bit resistant to this villa. We've been married for a year, and I spent the cold and distant times here.Most of the sweet moments between us happened in the small apartment in the city, not in a spacious place like this.Deep down, I know it's not about the size of the space; it's about the emptiness in my heart.The house has been renovated, filled with the style I love. I have a preference for things associated with warmth – colors, styles, even seasons.I love spring and summer, and I dislike autumn and winter. It always feels like autumn is desolate, and winter is too cold. Ironically, I fell in love with Jaclyn Dills, a man who exudes a cold demeanor.Jaclyn Dills is the opposite of me. He likes cool tones and prefers things that are simple yet textured. Yet, he married a wife like me, who lacks any sense of texture.It's evident that the house has been renovated for some time, not something done hastily in th