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
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 POVIn fact, he did drink a lot, to the point of being extremely intoxicated.Although Jaclyn Dills' gaze remained clear, my mind was already muddled, unable to distinguish the present from any other night.After he got thoroughly drunk, he loved to talk, revealing all those innermost thoughts that were usually kept hidden.However, in all the time I've known him, there have been few occasions when he was truly drunk, and I had the privilege of witnessing his level of intoxication; Morris was the first, and up until now, I was the second.I felt somewhat uneasy under his gaze, and my entire body seemed to be covered in goosebumps.His eyes were fixed on me, and after a moment, they suddenly changed, appearing clear but increasingly tender.That tenderness, I thought, could drip like water.I had never seen Jaclyn Dills like this before, and I couldn't quite grasp it. I reached out to pull his arm, advising, "It's cold outside, and it's snowing. Let's go in."My hand didn't bu
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,
Natasha's POVI naturally had no idea that Jaclyn Dills had such a mindset.Now, I truly feel like I've been through the wringer, unable to move a single strand of hair as Jaclyn Dills bathes me, wipes my body, and casually massages and applies oil.He helps me into a bathrobe and dries my hair.I let Jaclyn Dills handle the entire process, behaving exceptionally well. It's as if I've suddenly gained enlightenment, and Jaclyn Dills takes care of me effortlessly.He tidies me up, carries me downstairs, places me in a chair in the dining room, serves breakfast in front of me, and then sits beside me, eagerly watching me eat. It really startles me.To be precise, this is no longer breakfast; I glance at the antique clock in the living room corner, and it's already past ten.What embarrasses me is that I remember we started our activities from the living room last night, and it was so intense – floor-to-ceiling windows, carpets, stairs. It shouldn't be so organized and neat now.The house
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,