All Chapters of Unexpected Reunion with the Ex-Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Natash's POV After two years of hiding, we met again in this situation, and I realized that I was still nervous. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and in order to suppress this trembling, I could only clench my fists tightly. It took almost all the courage and strength I had gathered throughout my life to face Jaclyn Dills, my husband, or should I say, my ex-husband. After all, two years ago, I had already left a signed divorce agreement for him, the man I had secretly loved for nearly a decade. Our marriage, which lasted only a year, ended in desolation, and I should have known that he would never truly belong to me. Unfortunately, I understood this too late. A year of marriage had worn away all my hopes, and I felt truly foolish. But facing him now, besides the nervousness, there was an unexplainable fear deep within me. Besides the fear, there were threads of constant yearning in the depths of my heart. I still thought about him, couldn't let go, couldn't move on. Jaclyn Dill

Natash's POV My parents separated when I was very young, and I lived with my mother. However, when I had just come of age, my mother fell ill and passed away. At the age of sixteen, I found myself returning to the life of the Red Valley Pack. My father, Jacob Yael, had remarried. Over the years, Jacob Yael had achieved success in his career, and by the time I returned to the Red Valley Pack, he held a position in the pack's council. The memory of the small barn had transformed into a standalone garden house. My stepmother, Linda, was an opera singer, but I had no idea of her fame. She was polite but distant. Her politeness was so ingrained that from the moment I entered the Red Valley Pack, I felt like an outsider. Subconsciously, I believed that this was not my home. My true home was the small barn where my mother and I had lived together. It was an ordinary life, but the mother-daughter bond was filled with warmth and love. In the Red Valley Pack, I was a complete outsider

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 say

Natasha's POVI avoided him precisely because of this—I didn't want to endure his anger. In reality, he had never erupted in front of me, except for the one time when I wanted to work after our marriage. Most of the time, I couldn't read this man. He stood tall, looking down at me as if a deity, and I, a mere ant in the vast world.From the beginning, we were never meant to be together.The forced compatibility due to our backgrounds disappeared, and I chose to leave for the sake of the little pride I had left.For the past two years, I deliberately avoided thinking about him.I didn't pay attention to family matters, didn't read newspapers or news. I subconsciously avoided everything related to our past.Annelie said I was running away, but other than running away, I couldn't think of any other solution.When I found out I was pregnant and felt the living presence of a small life inside me, my life took a turn. A child, a child belonging to Jaclyn and me.I was overjoyed, like any wo

Natash's POV:As soon as I opened the door, I saw Sophia walking around in the living room, holding Perry and murmuring softly.It startled me.Perry was born premature, a month early, weighing just a little over four pounds.She spent almost half a month in an incubator.Her little face, small body, and weak breath made her look like a fragile and pitiable kitten, with a mouth so small it couldn't even hold a bottle.My breast milk was limited, and my overall care during that period wasn't great.The poor little girl often couldn't eat enough, lacked strength, and fell asleep with a bottle in her mouth, whimpering and twitching in her sleep.It got a bit better after three months, but at six months, she developed bronchitis. She had needles on her tiny forehead, and the pain in my heart was unbearable.I spent many nights holding her, rocking and comforting her. Normally, at this hour, a child would have been asleep, but holding her now likely meant she wasn't feeling well again.I h