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 POVThe autumn sun was bright, streaming into the room through the tall windows and gently illuminating the space through the sheer curtains, making it feel cozy and warm.Perry had set up the swing in the small cabin he had built himself, and as he stood up, he gazed out into the yard before darting straight towards me with a playful leap.I quickly caught Perry and began to educate her, "Daddy has told you several times already, don't run too fast, or you'll end up crying if you fall."Perry wrinkled her delicate little nose, "Daddy will catch me."Taking my hand, Perry shook it and said, "Daddy, why don't we have a swing in our yard? Grandpa's house has one, and it was Grandpa who built it for Perry. Daddy, can you build one for me too?"I looked at her in astonishment, could I be like her grandpa?Glancing up, Natasha wore a half-smile, lips pursed tightly, clearly waiting to see the joke unfold. I lowered my head, my daughter's expectant eyes shimmering. The words "I can
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 POVI felt a sense of trepidation. Ever since we left the mall, Natasha's demeanor had been off. At a red light, I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. I saw our daughter, Perry, sleeping with her head on Natasha's lap, having missed her nap, while Natasha herself stared blankly out the window. This absent-mindedness seemed to have started as soon as we got in the car, as if her soul had detached from her body, sitting there, but feeling distant from me.I didn't know what Catherine said. But as I carefully recalled, I realized I had been very well-behaved lately. At work, when dealing with female collaborators, I deliberately maintained a safe distance. I never liked flirting, but the media always misconstrued any closeness with young women as romantic entanglements. If Natasha cared, I had to change. Otherwise, she might leave me. That was the lesson I had learned."Jaclyn Dills, how many women have you been with?" Natasha Yael's question caught me off guard, and eve
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
Natasha's POVJaclyn Dills' lips finally released mine, satisfied. They trailed down from the corner of my lips, heavy and restrained breaths bursting out, hot against my ear. I couldn't help but shiver, the kind of shiver that I couldn't control, spreading from my ear through the wandering hands, reaching every inch of my body, making me both comfortable and restless. A barely audible murmur escaped from my lips, mingling in the air, indescribably tender, ambiguous, and sensual.He had indeed held back too much, with no intention for much foreplay. His large hands slid down directly to the point, feeling my wetness, and without hesitation, he entered that long-awaited tight warmth, causing me to pause momentarily.Before I could adjust to the sudden expansion and pain, I was drawn into a frenzy of uncontrollable frequency.Waves of emotion surged, overwhelming reason, overwhelming everything, leaving only the timeless rhythm floating in passion. Casting aside all concerns, there was
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
Natasha's POVThe next day, I didn't accompany Jaclyn Dills back to the illustrious Dills family pack. Annelie called to tell me about a college reunion gathering, and since she was at the Red Valley Pack, I decided to join her.I used to rarely attend these kinds of reunions, but now that I had nothing else to do all day, going once wouldn't hurt, especially since I needed to be there for Annelie, being pregnant and all.The reunion was lively, albeit marred by one female classmate who had a bit too much to drink. She latched onto me, rambling about her failed marriage, and even pulled out her divorce papers from her purse, waving them around.I didn't pay much attention to her tragic tale, instead, I stared straight at the divorce papers, comparing them to mine. I took them over and examined them closely, "Is this how they're supposed to look?"Annelie beside me tapped my forehead, "Are you going senile from being pregnant? That's how divorce agreements are these days." My mind race
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,