Jaclyn POVI really didn't expect that, after I finished my social engagement and returned from the club, within just three hours, this place was deserted.I rang the doorbell, but there was no response.A kind neighbor informed me that around 9 PM, Natash·Yael left with a large bag, meaning she took off right after I left. I said so much from the bottom of my heart, all in vain.It seems she chose to avoid me.Sitting in my car, my anger flared up, and I smoked several cigarettes in a row to calm down. However, even after reflecting on it, I couldn't identify the core issue.Opening the car door, I stepped out and leaned against the hood, staring into space.I kept staring for a long time until the sky began to brighten, but there was still no sign of Natash·Yael.The only glimmer of hope in my heart was extinguished.Suddenly, I felt like maybe I had been too good to her, reluctant to confront her and giving her time to adapt. It was unnecessary.Not only did she not appreciate it,
Jaclyn‘s POVI was somewhat stunned by the tiny little girl in front of me, with her big, watery eyes and rosy, chubby cheeks.In that brief moment, it felt like something had pricked my heart, not painful but rather a sour and tugging sensation, indescribable.This was my own daughter, my flesh and blood, an alpha's daughter. And those eyebrows, those eyes, were just like mine when I was a child.No, I should say, she was even more beautiful than I was in my childhood.There was a time in my childhood when things didn't go smoothly because of this overly beautiful face, and I got into many fights.Anyone in the pack who dared to say I was good-looking would get a beating. "Good-looking" and "beautiful" almost became my taboo words.I felt that having these labels attached to me was unlucky and would hinder my completion of the alpha trial.However, now I suddenly realized that being good-looking might not be without its advantages.If I was good-looking, my daughter would be even mor
Jaclyn's POVNatash·Yael lowered her head for a moment before looking up, hesitantly saying, "I don't want to, and I can't be separated from Perry."I raised an eyebrow, "It's not that difficult, Natash·Yael. You know I'm busy, with many social engagements. I don't have the energy, time, or interest to marry another Luna. As long as you don't disappear without a word, I'm generally satisfied. Be a dutiful wife, and if you want to continue being a good mother, I have no objections, understand?"Natash·Yael was taken aback for a moment.Honestly, she couldn't quite understand me. With so many women outside, whether they were confidantes or business partners, when have I ever been short of female company?Having a woman at home as uninteresting as her held little appeal for me, and I neither liked nor loved her.Sometimes, Natash·Yael felt that I might even dislike her, thinking that in my eyes, she wasn't even worth keeping like a tasteless but not easily discarded chicken rib, and I ha
Natash's POVThe ward was a single room, and Perry was asleep. The two adults remained silent, creating a somewhat empty atmosphere. Jaclyn felt uncomfortable, sighed quietly, and left.As the door closed, the tears I had been holding back finally fell.Jaclyn·Dills returned half an hour later, holding a pizza box, which he placed on the bedside table.He spoke with a lack of warmth, "Eat something. If you're sick, no one will take care of you."I was taken aback and didn't lift my head to look at him.Jaclyn·Dills sat on the bed, gently pressing Perry's forehead. It felt cool, with a hint of sweat.He pulled out a fresh towel from the bag, washed it in the bathroom with hot water, wiped the sweat from the child's forehead, glanced at the wristwatch, took out a notebook from the side laptop bag, placed it on the nearby table, and began working.After finishing his work, he turned his head slightly and noticed that a cup of hot water had appeared at his side at some point.Jaclyn·Dills
Jaclyn's POVI find that I have no clue how to deal with Natasha Yael. She doesn't tell me anything, and if I confront her, I still can't let go.Despite all this, I still want to continue with her in the long run. People say men can be foolish sometimes.In dealing with Natasha, I feel like I don't even recognize myself.I'm indecisive, and though I talk tough, deep down I'm reluctant. I even threatened her with a court summons, left Red Valley Pack in a fit of anger, and called the lawyer – only to hang up.If it goes to court, there's no turning back for us. I understand that well. But that woman has always been silent, and I never knew she could be so stubborn.Especially considering we rushed into this marriage without much thought. Now she wants a divorce, and it's equally confusing for me.I wish I could open Natasha Yael's head and see what's going on inside. I'm frustrated, and I take Louis out for a drink to vent and talk about these troublesome matters with a friend.Louis
Natasha's POVThese days have been nerve-wracking for me.The courage that surged within me when Jaclyn Dills coldly declared his intentions and left drained away halfway. In the following days, my fear only grew.If I didn't understand Jaclyn Dills, maybe a moment of courage could be excused. However, having loved him for so long, I deeply know that he is not a forgiving person.Beneath his elegant exterior lies a heart that is the most indifferent and worldly.These days, his good mood is probably due to Perry's presence. Jaclyn Dills may be cold, but he cares a lot about family and children.Perry shares his blood, his flesh, his own daughter. I, on the other hand, am just an outsider with a different last name.I find myself unexpectedly envious of our daughter. Watching them, father and daughter, in the hospital from being strangers to becoming familiar and warm with each passing day, the innate connection of blood makes me feel somewhat redundant for the first time."Mommy, momm
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