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

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

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

Natash's POVWhen Jaclyn Dills sealed my lips with his, his dominant tongue forcefully invaded my mouth.I realized how quickly I succumbed, without the slightest struggle.I love this man, perhaps for too long, and loving him has become a habit. When he touches me, the long-suppressed palpitations in my heart emerge like spring buds breaking through the soil.Jaclyn Dills' kiss wasn't gentle; it was intense, even harsh, with a punishing undertone.His lips and tongue carried a depth that pressed against my throat, grinding, pressing, pulling.I couldn't resist; since the day we got married, there hasn't been equality in this aspect. If he desires, refusal is not an option.The blouse provided convenience; with a gentle tug from Jaclyn Dills, the buttons fell to the carpeted floor in front of the sofa, unheard.We collapsed onto the sofa, and Jaclyn Dills' lips slid from the corner of my mouth.A wet, desire-laden kiss trailed along my jawline, nibbling, licking, gently and forcefully

Natash's POV When I opened my eyes, the room was still somewhat dark, even darker than the night before. I turned my head slightly, and the thick curtains in the bedroom were tightly closed. It was only when I moved a bit that I realized my whole body felt as if it had been run over by a truck, sore and aching. Certain areas still had a tingling pain, but it was refreshing. The memories of our entanglement last night were filled with sweat, and in that sticky dampness, desires had flourished. Now fully awake, I suddenly felt foolish, as if all my convictions had been abandoned in an instant just because of Jaclyn Dills' "I love you." Yet, looking back, that declaration seemed vague, especially coming from a man immersed in passion and heavily intoxicated. Despite the all-encompassing soreness, the several moments of madness from last night were undeniably filled with ultimate pleasure. Thinking about it, every fiber of my being seemed to involuntarily twitch. I closed my eyes,