Chapter 5-Secrets of natash

Natash's POV

The ringing tone not only interrupted my reverie but also yanked me out of my thoughts. My face was slightly flushed, and my small hands were quick to push away the man in front of me. I belatedly realized that his influence on me was still immense, to the point where, when he got close, I had no resistance left.

I knew very well that I was at a significant disadvantage from the beginning. Our marriage had nothing to do with the love that resided in my mind. Love, in Jaclyn·Dills' case, might be something that didn't exist at all.

And it was because of this that I realized that the Moon Goddess could make mistakes too.

In the past, when I watched idol dramas and cried my eyes out, if Jaclyn·Dills ever saw me, he wouldn't say anything. Instead, he would look at me with an incredible expression, owing to his good manners and poise.

Sometimes, he would cast a glance at the TV screen, where some melodramatic eight o'clock drama was playing, and furrow his brows before saying, "We watch TV for entertainment and happiness. You've turned it into a snot and tears fest, and it's lost its entertainment value." With a snap, he would pick up the remote and turn off the TV.

I still remember that I looked at him with a slightly stunned expression. I couldn't find any words to refute him. This man was too rational, standing above it all, capable of assessing every situation with utmost clarity.

As Annelie would put it, this man was wasting his charming looks that could drive people to their deaths, while the treasure within was utterly uninteresting. He wasn't romantic, nor was he affectionate. Nevertheless, I loved him. Two years later, when facing him, I still felt utterly powerless.

I stood up, pushing the rolling stand carrying the IV bag a few steps to the side before I answered my phone. "Hello, it's Natasha Yael."

The voice on the other end sounded relieved. "Oh, Natasha, I thought I dialed the wrong number earlier. I heard a man's voice."

"Yes, it was a male colleague from my company," I mumbled vaguely. Sophia laughed. "I understand, I understand. In fact, your housemaid has been saying that you're so young and beautiful. You should find another partner; it'll be less of a burden."

"Sophia, is something wrong with Perry?" I whispered into my phone, covering it tightly.

"No, no, I was just telling you that I need to go back to the pack for my nephew's wedding the day after tomorrow. I'll be back in two days. Perry is—"

"Oh," I cut her off. "You go back and don't worry. I'll take care of things here. Thank you, and goodbye."

I hung up the phone, and as I turned around, I found Jaclyn·Dills sitting in the spot I had occupied earlier, gazing at me intently, his eyes cold and distant. Unconsciously, I hugged my arms, lowered my head slightly, and went to the nurses' station to disconnect the almost empty IV bag.

The young nurse who attended to me seemed a bit nervous, and when she removed the needle, it stung a little, but the pain quickly passed. I pressed on the spot where the needle had been and glanced back at Jaclyn·Dills. The phone call had brought me back to reality, and I couldn't afford any further involvement with him. If he were to find out...

A shiver ran down my spine. I knew I was no match for this man. I had a keen sense of self-awareness, and after what I had done, I never wanted to be with him again. In fact, even if I hadn't called it off, our marriage was probably at a dead end. He didn't love me, did he? Without love, what's the point of a marriage?

Jaclyn's POV

I had been pondering since the call about who the person on the other end was and what connection they had to my Luna, Natash·Yael.

I thought I knew her very well, which was why I agreed to marry her in the first place. I liked her simplicity, especially after being surrounded by women outside who were often made up and had complex personalities.

I preferred my mate to be uncomplicated, so I could find some peace at home.

The Yael family had complicated family relations, but my mate's social circle was incredibly simple, almost to an unrealistic extent.

Her best friend and classmate, someone named Annelie, were the only people she interacted with. I generally chose to ignore less important people, even if they were my mate's friends.

I'd seen Annelie just once or twice, and I couldn't even remember what she looked like.

Her name stuck in my mind only because it was so unusual. But clearly, the person on the other end of the call wasn't Annelie. If it were her, there would be no need for such secrecy.

The term "suspicious" was fitting for how Natash had acted, treating me like a thief.

We'd been reunited for several hours, and it only occurred to me now that two years had passed between us, and there were things I didn't know.

This feeling was starting to annoy me.

I picked up my coat draped over the armrest and walked over.

Natash·Yael couldn't help but notice the sensitivity of the nurse who was removing her IV. The nurse's eyes seemed to almost form two complete heart shapes as she held her notebook in an attempt to disguise her curiosity, trying to look without being caught.

This behavior reminded Natash·Yael of her own past.