Chapter 86-acknowledgement

Jaclyn's POV

I 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