Jaclyn's POVI'm really exhausted.Since meeting Luna until now, I haven't even closed my eyes. In fact, it's been almost two years, and I haven't had a good night's sleep.After Luna left, the initial anger gradually faded, and I felt a bit empty around me.I had gotten used to coming home to Luna waiting for me.Even if I returned late, upon entering the house, I could see the dim light left by Natash·Yael for me.Despite not being very bright, it always brought a different warmth to me. My heart was calm and at ease.Now that Natash·Yael is gone, the vast space seems to have lost its vitality. It's desolate and cold, and the atmosphere leaves my heart hanging in emptiness, unable to rise or fall.Unconsciously, this little woman has become so important to me, important to the point of being irreplaceable.I just couldn't see it clearly at that time, clouded by momentary anger.Enduring these two years without reaching out to her, every day and night, my heart has been in a tug of w
Jaclyn's POV Natash·Yael pursed her lips and lowered her head, contemplating how to deal with me. However, before she could respond, I urged her, "Open the door. Didn't you lose your keys again? Let me check." With a quick motion of my long fingers, I hooked her bag over my arm. As I unzipped it, I paused for a moment, surprised by its contents. While I may not have children of my own, the assortment inside—diapers, baby bottles, wipes, towels, spare clothes, snacks, and toys—resembled a treasure chest. Even though Luna's bag wasn't as fully equipped, the real concern was the presence of child-related items. I skeptically looked at Luna. She hastily grabbed her bag back, retrieved her keys, but hesitated before putting them in the lock. Turning to face me, she asked nervously, "What's going on?" I remained silent, narrowing my eyes. In the dim hallway light, they seemed to emit an unsettling gleam, increasing Luna's unease. Misinterpreting Luna's nervousness, my mind raced to
Jaclyn's POVWhen Natash·Yael finished speaking, my eyes grew colder. Her words ignited anger in me, and my gaze had frozen into an arctic glacier, with a dangerous rage akin to a volcanic flame.I never knew this woman could be so articulate. In my impression, she was always timid in my presence, speaking in a hushed and hesitant manner.I had never seen a woman so adept at using both reason and emotion. Unfortunately, she chose to reveal this side of her at such an inappropriate moment.I don't want to admit it, but at this moment, I have to acknowledge that she is determined to part ways with me.The memories engraved in my mind, those I often reminisce about when idle, have become unbearably bitter. I foolishly thought she still cherished our past, but she had long cast it aside.Natash·Yael's words have already stripped me of my usual wisdom and judgment. All I can think about is how she wants to separate from me.I have forgiven the past, but now she wants to leave me, and she s
Natash's POV:I watched Jaclyn·Dills' movements and mechanically moved closer.Jaclyn·Dills threw an onion to me, instructing, "Peel this first."I squatted next to the trash can on the floor, peeling the onion while tears welled up in my eyes, stealing glances at Jaclyn·Dills.I had never thought he could cook. For me, Jaclyn·Dills has always been the man standing on a pedestal, so elegant, noble, and dazzling.However, now, facing the everyday essentials, this usually glamorous man seems to have a touch of humanity.He is no longer aloof, but rather lively and approachable, making my heart pound.His movements were neither hurried nor slow, methodical and exceptionally skilled. Holding the peeled onion, I stood up, staring blankly at Jaclyn·Dills cutting vegetables.His fingers, long and perfect, were not only adept at playing the piano but also skilled at cutting vegetables.Jaclyn·Dills marinated the sliced beef, glanced at me, took the onion from my hand, skillfully cut it into e
Jaclyn POVCatherine joined the television station as a reporter after graduation, leveraging her attractive appearance and smooth tactics to quickly rise to the position of overseas correspondent, receiving considerable recognition.Our real acquaintance began two years ago when I did an interview to enhance my alpha image.Catherine helped a bit, and I owed her a small favor. After inviting her for a few meals, we became familiar with each other.I am aware of Catherine's subtle intentions, not to mention her distant relationship with Natash·Yael.But in the grand scheme of things, Catherine is not my preferred choice.However, as a businessman, flexibility is crucial, and you never know when you might need someone, especially in the media. Therefore, socializing and mutual benefits are necessary.At this moment, I feel it's also time to give my Luna some space for independent thinking. Though she may be a bit slow-witted, I need her to understand and willingly return with me.In th
Jaclyn POVI really didn't expect that, after I finished my social engagement and returned from the club, within just three hours, this place was deserted.I rang the doorbell, but there was no response.A kind neighbor informed me that around 9 PM, Natash·Yael left with a large bag, meaning she took off right after I left. I said so much from the bottom of my heart, all in vain.It seems she chose to avoid me.Sitting in my car, my anger flared up, and I smoked several cigarettes in a row to calm down. However, even after reflecting on it, I couldn't identify the core issue.Opening the car door, I stepped out and leaned against the hood, staring into space.I kept staring for a long time until the sky began to brighten, but there was still no sign of Natash·Yael.The only glimmer of hope in my heart was extinguished.Suddenly, I felt like maybe I had been too good to her, reluctant to confront her and giving her time to adapt. It was unnecessary.Not only did she not appreciate it,
Jaclyn‘s POVI was somewhat stunned by the tiny little girl in front of me, with her big, watery eyes and rosy, chubby cheeks.In that brief moment, it felt like something had pricked my heart, not painful but rather a sour and tugging sensation, indescribable.This was my own daughter, my flesh and blood, an alpha's daughter. And those eyebrows, those eyes, were just like mine when I was a child.No, I should say, she was even more beautiful than I was in my childhood.There was a time in my childhood when things didn't go smoothly because of this overly beautiful face, and I got into many fights.Anyone in the pack who dared to say I was good-looking would get a beating. "Good-looking" and "beautiful" almost became my taboo words.I felt that having these labels attached to me was unlucky and would hinder my completion of the alpha trial.However, now I suddenly realized that being good-looking might not be without its advantages.If I was good-looking, my daughter would be even mor
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
The usually deserted art gallery suddenly bustled with activity today, as vehicles came and went, occupying the few parking spaces in front. Louis emerged from the war meeting only to find not a single parking spot available. He had to park his car in the underground garage of a nearby office building and walk over. His handsome features, commanding presence, and the military insignia adorning his attire immediately drew the attention of numerous people as he stepped into the art-filled gallery. The juxtaposition of Louis' military resolve with the artistic ambiance of the gallery seemed discordant, yet he paid no heed to the curious glances of others as he made his way straight to the reception desk by the stairs, where two young women in their early twenties stood. One of the girls, her cheeks flushed with excitement, stuttered, "C-Can we help you?" under Louis' direct gaze, her head involuntarily lowering. A flicker passed through Louis' eyes, a slight upward curl at the corner
On a sunny weekend, Jaclyn and Natash decided to host a rare family gathering, inviting some close friends and relatives to spend time together. They prepared a sumptuous lunch and a series of fun activities to ensure that the gathering was filled with joy and meaning.As guests started to arrive, the house quickly became lively. Familiar laughter and greetings intertwined in the air, adding a cozy atmosphere to the entire room. Children ran and played in the garden, while adults chatted in the living room, sipping rich coffee and enjoying leisure time.Jaclyn and Natash busied themselves with entertaining guests while also trying to immerse themselves in the atmosphere of the gathering. They warmly conversed with everyone, sharing their recent news and joys. These friends and family meant a lot to them, and they had spent many wonderful moments together with their support and companionship.Lunchtime arrived, and everyone gathered around the table to enjoy the delicious feast. The ta
Jaclyn povI, Jaclyn Dills, have never been involved in things like chatting on Instagram, but Natash always likes to talk about it. In my opinion, what's the point of chatting with strangers on Instagram? If they're friends, just call them, right? But Natash never tires of it.However, now I have to succumb to this Instagram thing. To deal with this situation, I spent half a day sitting in front of the computer, finally registered for an Instagram account, and then added a friend who could provide fake IDs. When he asked me what documents I needed, I simply replied, "ID card," and then there was silence. After a moment, the other side replied, "We don't provide ID cards." I quickly asked, "Why? I heard you provide all kinds of documents." Then I added, "Money is not a problem."There was silence again for a moment, and finally, he gave me an address to meet in person. I felt strange. Now these fake ID businesses have become like spy activities, but I just wanted an ID card, and I rea
Natasha's POVOne day, Marilyn, Cecilia, and I were playing mahjong at Louis's house. When women get together, private matters are inevitably brought up. Maria glanced at Natasha Yael's swollen belly and asked, "You guys didn't use contraception, huh?" Natasha Yael nodded, "We did."Marilyn chuckled and pointed to her own swollen belly, "Then how did this happen?" Cecilia blinked, "How did it happen?" Natasha Yael explained, "We used a condom the first time with Jaclyn Dills, but somehow, it happened anyway."Marilyn smirked, "You guys must have been too passionate to bother with a condom, hence this little surprise." Natasha Yael blushed, and Cecilia remarked, "Jaclyn Dills seems calm and elegant, unlike Morris, who's so restless. He must be very gentle, right, Natasha Yael?" Maria nodded in agreement.Marilyn snorted, "You guys are so naive. These men are not gentle or elegant; it's all an act. They're wolves in bed. Otherwise, why would Natasha Yael have this belly? They haven't sp
Jaclyn's POVFeeling depressed again. Natasha is pregnant once more. How am I supposed to deal with this? Especially after indulging in rich food for over a year, now I have to go vegetarian? It's just impossible.After having our son, I often joked with Natasha about adding a sibling for him, but it was just talk. I don't want Natasha to get pregnant again. The nine months of pregnancy plus the confinement period, a whole year of dietary restrictions because of her, I've had enough.I've been careful, almost always using protection. And when there wasn't time for that, we made sure to take precautions. But nothing is foolproof. Sure enough, Natasha dropped the bombshell on me today.I must have looked utterly devoid of joy, which must have hurt Natasha deeply. She looked at me, lips pursed, and said, "You're not happy." Snap out of it, I thought, quickly pulling her into a hug and planting a couple of kisses. "No, no, of course not, Natasha. I'm thrilled! You know how much I adore da
Natasha's POVJaclyn Dills brought me to the seaside for a vacation, and it's been three days already. Apart from feeling very familiar with the outrageous bed in the presidential suite of the hotel, I haven't even seen the sunrise.Well, that's not entirely true. Sometimes, when Jaclyn Dills keeps me up tormenting me until the early hours, I occasionally catch glimpses of sunlight streaming in from the window. But by then, I'm so exhausted that I neither have the inclination nor the energy to appreciate the sunrise he has always longed for.By the fourth day, I couldn't take it anymore and directly ordered Jaclyn Dills that if he didn't let me out soon, I would go home by myself. What kind of vacation was this anyway?Driven by Luna's powerful resentment, for the sake of my future happiness, Comrade Jaclyn Dills finally took Luna out for a walk in the evening of the fourth day.The hotel we stayed in consisted of separate villas with a private beach, offering a high level of privacy.
Jaclyn's POVOne evening, after Luna and I had just finished a round of playfulness, lying in bed catching our breath, Natash, who had just regained her composure, complained discontentedly, "Jaclyn, why are you always on top? Didn't we agree that I would be on top this time?"I innocently caressed Luna, saying, "Didn't I let you be on top for the first half just now? You seemed to be enjoying it, telling your mate to go harder, to speed up for Luna. How quickly you forget."Natash blushed, "Whether I'm on top or you move, what's the difference when you're on top of me?" I blinked, then rolled over to pin Natash beneath me, leaning down to give her a playful nip before smoothly sliding inside her. "Hmm," Natash murmured.Leaning close to Natash's ear, I lightly nibbled and said with a mischievous tone, "Luna, your mate will tell you the difference now. When you're beneath, I can support you here, making it easier." As I spoke, my hand reached between Natash's legs, parting them forcef
Tommy's POVThe day I first met Natash Yael is forever etched in my heart. Her clear little face, those calm yet stubborn eyes, seemed to become the most profound imprint of my life. As years passed and time weathered, the memory of her only grew stronger.Love, viewed from the rational lens of science, is merely a biological program, a culmination of hormonal effects and chemical reactions. The initial ardor of romance tends to fade with time spent together, even to the point of complete dissolution after a decade.Though my time with Natash Yael amounted to less than a year, I never forgot her in the nearly fifteen years apart. Despite nothing ever happening between us, she became the singular regret I couldn't shake from my romantic history.Longing compelled me to decide to return home. Luckily, fate smiled upon us, and we reunited as I had hoped. However, I had already forfeited the right and position to love her.Jaclyn Dills will never know how envious I am of him. There was ev
Natasha's POVMy mind raced through a few twists and turns, and I reached out, grabbing hold of his shirt hem, and pouted while blinking innocently, "Mate, can't I just say I'm sorry?" It was my go-to move when dealing with Jaclyn Dills.Sure enough, Jaclyn Dills turned around, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, "What are you sorry for?"I hurriedly replied earnestly, "I shouldn't have gone to the nightclub with my friends." And what else? Jaclyn Dills' voice softened a bit.I blinked rapidly, "And I shouldn't have stayed out past ten.""And what else?""And... umm..." I racked my brain for a while but couldn't come up with anything.Jaclyn Dills' gaze slid from my face to my body, and his tone darkened, "Where did you get this outfit? I don't remember buying you anything like this. Do you know how ridiculous you look, prancing around on stage in that?""It's not prancing, it's dancing."Jaclyn Dills pursed his lips, "If this is the kind of dancing you're learning, starting tomorrow,