Natasha's POVAnnelie leaned in suddenly and asked, "Natasha Yael, are you happy?" I hesitated for a moment, then smiled. No need for me to answer; from my smile, Annelie already knew the answer. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Jaclyn Dills, that man, was too cunning, not just cunning but also despicable. He would do anything to achieve his goals, even resorting to such shameless manipulations.Two days ago, Annelie took the scans I sent her to show Mike's father. After examining them carefully, Mike's father assured me, "These scans belong to a healthy person, there's nothing wrong with them, let alone any brain tumor terminal illness nonsense. It's simply absurd."I wasn't too surprised at the time. There was a sense of confirmation, a feeling that confirmed what I already suspected. As the saying goes, good people don't live long, while troublemakers linger for centuries. A man like me is simply trouble among troubles. If I were to fall terminally ill, would there be any escap

Natasha's POVWhen Jaclyn Dills walked in, arm slung over Joey's shoulder, swaying slightly, I stood with crossed arms from afar, not even extending a hand in greeting. The expression on my face, caught by Joey's eyes, couldn't help but worry for Jaclyn Dills. No wonder Louis and Morris made a quick escape; they must have anticipated this outcome.Joey settled Jaclyn Dills onto the couch, chuckling. "Um, sis-in-law, Jaclyn had a bit too much to drink. Probably going to be a wild night. Please take care of her. I'll head back now." With that, he didn't wait for me to respond, just turned and bolted.I couldn't help but chuckle; it was such an obvious display of guilt. None of these guys were innocent; they were all full of mischief, one scheme after another. But pretending to be drunk was definitely not something Jaclyn Dills could come up with on his own. Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to pull it off. It must have been his buddies suggesting it. Now, lying on the couch, ignored b

Jaclyn's POVThere was a café on the side, offering not only rich coffee but also some magazines and books. Most of the patrons were waiting parents. We found a window seat, with a great view. Looking out, the bustling city streets unfolded before our eyes.I felt a strange excitement in my heart. On such a beautiful day, in such a leisurely afternoon, sitting face to face, it felt like I had found the mood of our previous dates.Speaking of which, Natasha and I had never really dated. We met, got married, separated, reunited—experienced all the aspects of love, but strangely, we skipped the dating phase.Suddenly, I felt regretful. If I could do it over, I wouldn't miss any part. But was it too late for me to make up for it now? And most importantly, would Natasha give me that chance to make amends? I weighed my words carefully in my mind. Just as I was about to speak, I noticed Natasha's gaze drifting past me to somewhere behind. Her subconscious tension made me turn my head involun

Jaclyn's POV:"Natash, I'm done," I said, habitually scanning Natash Yael, only to suddenly realize I was nearly transparent to her now. It seemed all my thoughts were laid bare, a fact even I hadn't fully grasped.I reached for the paper in her hand, densely packed with names, igniting a surge of jealousy within me. I glanced at the first few, unable to bear the rest.Carefully observing Natash Yael's expression, I watched as her face turned from white to black, inwardly cursing my luck. Without hesitation, I reached out and embraced her. "Luna, you have to keep your word. You said if I came clean, you'd let me rest inside."She gave me a sideways glance. "I remember saying we could negotiate other things, and you said you'd confessed everything, but I have to verify. So, not tonight." With that, she deftly freed herself from my embrace, retreated, and with a clang, shut the door and locked it.I frowned at the door, gritting my teeth. It felt like if I had an axe, I could just break

Jaclyn's POVWinter had arrived, bringing with it the first snowfall, and Annelie arrived with Dr. Mike. Annelie was five months pregnant, yet she didn't look the slightest bit chubby; one wouldn't even notice she was pregnant without careful observation. She moved swiftly, while Dr. Mike by her side always seemed nervous. Whenever Annelie made a slight movement, he would immediately follow, almost like a clingy puppy.Annelie often teased him, saying he was like a little puppy following her around. Whenever she said so, Dr. Mike would gently look at her, a hint of indulgent smile playing on his lips, which deeply touched Natash Yael.After the four of us had dinner at a famous restaurant in town, Annelie and Dr. Mike returned to the hotel. Dr. Mike had an early meeting the next morning; he was on a three-day business trip to the Red Valley Pack. Worried that Annelie would feel lonely alone, he deliberately brought her along.Watching their car gradually disappearing, Natash couldn't