I sincerely apologize for not being able to handle the translations myself this time around. I would highly recommend using Google Translate to assist with that. Moving on, I will now be directing my attention toward the other book titled "Our Happy Ending." My intention is to complete it soon, although I find myself uncertain about when exactly I will be able to achieve that goal. In the meantime, I truly hope you enjoy the latest chapter that has been released for this work.
Jan Di stepped into the grand mansion—the De Alegre mansion, showcasing her impeccable sense of style in a dark red Elegant Collar Sleeveless Satin Plain Cami Embellished Non-Stretch dress. The dress boasted a short length with delicate sleeves, hugging her body in a flattering bodycon silhouette with thin spaghetti straps that gracefully complemented her shoulders. The square neckline of the dress not only highlighted her collarbones but also added a contemporary flair to her overall appearance. Crafted from satin-like fabric that exuded a lustrous sheen, the material provided a touch of luxury to her ensemble. The rich, solid emerald-red color was both striking and vibrant, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. With ruched detailing decorating one side, the dress featured an asymmetrical hemline that introduced texture and visual intrigue, making it a truly unique piece. The snug fit contouring to her body accentuated her figure beautifully, enhancing her natural curves.
To complete her sophisticated look, Jan Di styled her hair into a sleek updo, allowing her elegant neckline to take center stage. She accessorized with an exquisite emerald-red necklace that sparkled against her skin, alongside drop earrings featuring emeralds that dangled elegantly and caught the light with every movement. A coordinating bracelet adorned her wrist, adding just the right amount of shine. On her feet, she wore strappy black heels that elongated her legs and brought a chic touch to her outfit. On the other hand, she confidently carried a stylish black clutch, perfectly coordinating with her overall ensemble. With every detail thoughtfully chosen, she was fully prepared for an evening of fine dining with her husband.
Although she was fully aware that her visit here was part of a carefully orchestrated plan by her husband Nick to ensnare her into remaining by his side, the moment she relented to the pleading of her five-year-old twins—Lily and Valentina—who hadn't had the chance to see their father in two long months, her rational thoughts had already been tossed out of the window. The joy in their eyes and the innocence of their requests had overwhelmed her, convincing her to put aside her reservations and come to this place.
The mansion itself was an exact replica of the one they had owned in Barcelona, their previous home, echoing memories of laughter and cherished moments shared as a family.
Jan Di released Lily and Valentina's small hands, allowing them the freedom to explore the expansive mansion that, while new to them, still held a sense of familiarity and comfort. Their laughter echoed through the halls as they darted away to discover every corner of their surroundings. As they strolled into the living room, they were greeted by a breathtaking view framed by large floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the enchanting night sky adorned with twinkling stars, as well as the vibrant cityscape below. This arrangement not only invited the natural light to pour into the room but also instilled a feeling of openness and connection to the world outside. Arrayed above them were multiple crystal chandeliers, their elegant design and shimmering brilliance adding an undeniable touch of opulence and sparkle that danced across the space.
In the center of the room, a large, white, circular sectional sofa served as the main attraction, meticulously arranged around a round glass coffee table that provided an ideal space for conversation and relaxation. This inviting setup offered a perfect gathering place for family and friends, encouraging them to share stories and engage in lively discussions. The walls surrounding the space were painted a gentle, soft shade of blue that fostered a calming atmosphere, creating a serene escape from the busyness of life. Surrounding the room were family photos lovingly displayed, each frame capturing precious moments from vacations and celebrations, radiating warmth and nostalgia.
The overall design aesthetic leaned heavily on a predominantly white color scheme, skillfully complemented by blue lighting accents and decorative elements that worked harmoniously together, crafting a cool-toned and sophisticated ambiance. Towering high ceilings enhanced the perception of spaciousness and grandeur, making the room feel even more expansive than it already was. The flooring in the living room was meticulously covered with a sleek, polished material that not only reflected the room's abundant lighting but also contributed to the overall luxurious feel that enveloped everyone who stepped inside. It appeared to be made of a high-quality marble or a similar stone, with a glossy finish that beautifully accentuated the room's elegance. The light color of the floor seamlessly complemented the white furniture and blue accents, culminating in a cohesive and sophisticated aesthetic that left a lasting impression on all who entered.
"Wow!" Lily and Valentina exclaimed in unison, their innocent blue eyes sparkling with excitement and delight. "Mami, la casa se ve así en Barcelona-Terrassa!" Lily gushed animatedly, expressing her joy in her father's native language. "At home," Valentina added with enthusiasm in English, her voice filled with wonder at the familiar sight.
Jan Di smiled warmly as if swept back in time to the beautiful De Alegre mansion in Terrassa, Spain, where cherished memories came rushing back. She felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her, causing her heart to swell with emotion. As she wandered deeper into the room, the ambiance wrapped around her like a cozy blanket, evoking a feeling of comfort and joy. Suddenly, the enticing scent of fish wafted through the air, awakening their senses. Recognizing that their father was busy in the kitchen, Lily and Valentina exchanged excited glances and rushed eagerly toward the source of the aroma. "Papá!" they shouted in harmony, their voices bubbling with anticipation at the prospect of seeing their father.
He turned around at the sound of their joyful cries, a broad smile lighting up his face, radiating warmth and love. As he opened his arms wide, crouching down to greet his precious daughters, they ran into his embrace, feeling the safety and comfort that only a father's love could provide. He hugged them tightly, a moment of pure happiness shared between them as the scent of his cooking filled the air around them, bringing the family closer together in that cherished moment. As they pulled away from the embrace, Jan Di watched her daughters' faces light up with excitement. "What are you cooking, Papá?" Lily asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. Valentina bounced on her toes, unable to contain her enthusiasm. "Is it the fish you promised?"
Their father chuckled, a deep, rich sound that filled the entire room with warmth and a sense of comfort. "Ah, my little chefs, you'll have to wait just a few more minutes! I'm making your favorite—bacalao al horno with a side of patatas bravas." The mere mention of their beloved dishes made their mouths water, and they could hardly contain their eagerness, practically bouncing on their toes in anticipation.
Jan Di stepped closer, her heart swelling with pride as she watched the beautiful bond between her daughters and their father. The kitchen was alive with the delightful sounds of sizzling and bubbling pots—a melody of home that resonated deeply within her heart. She took a moment to absorb the scene unfolding before her—the sunlight filtering through the window, casting a golden glow on their laughter, and the rich, mouthwatering aromas swirling together to create an atmosphere of love and togetherness that enveloped them all.
"Can we help?" Valentina chimed in, her voice a mixture of determination and excitement that was impossible to ignore. Their father smiled warmly, nodding in approval as he welcomed their enthusiasm. "Of course! I could use some sous chefs. Come, let's prepare the table together," he said, his eyes sparkling with joy at their eagerness to participate.
As they gathered around the table, the girls eagerly took their places, each one ready to contribute in her own special way. Jan Di watched with a heart full of love as they set the table, their little hands moving with purpose and determination, giggles punctuating the air as they playfully bickered over who would place the napkins just so. It was moments like these that filled her heart with joy, a beautiful reminder of the simple pleasures that made life truly wonderful.
"Now, while the fish is baking, let's make a quick salad," their father suggested, pulling out fresh, vibrant vegetables from the fridge with a flourish. The girls jumped at the chance, their laughter mixing joyfully with the sounds of chopping and stirring as they worked together in harmony. Jan Di joined them, her heart swelling with gratitude for the life they had built together, each moment a testament to their love and commitment.
As they worked side by side, the conversation flowed easily, stories of their day shared amidst the clattering of dishes and the warmth of family bonding. Jan Di couldn't help but smile, feeling the love that enveloped them all like a warm blanket. It was in these small, everyday moments that the essence of their family was captured, a beautiful tapestry woven from laughter, love, and the sheer joy of simply being together, creating memories that would last a lifetime.
Finally, as the timer chimed melodiously, signaling the delicious dinner was ready to be served, the family gathered around the beautifully set table, where the feast was laid out before them like a stunning work of art crafted with care. The sight of the golden-brown bacalao, glistening with a tantalizing blend of fresh herbs and fragrant spices, made their mouths water once more, and they exchanged excited glances filled with anticipation and joy. Their father, with a proud smile on his face, raised his glass high in the air, a twinkle in his eye that reflected his deep happiness and contentment at this moment. "To family, to love, and to many more beautiful moments together!" he proclaimed with heartfelt sincerity, his voice ringing out clearly as he tossed a playful and seductive wink at Jan Di, who blushed at the attention. The warmth of their togetherness enveloped them, making the meal even more special.
"¡Salud!" they cheered, their voices echoing in unison, a harmonious celebration of their unbreakable bond. As they dug into the meal with gusto, the room filled with the delightful sounds of contented munching and happy chatter, each bite a reminder of the warmth and joy that only family could bring. In that moment, Jan Di knew without a doubt that this was where she belonged, surrounded by the love that filled the De Alegre mansion, a cherished place where memories were made and held dear forever. The laughter, the food, and the shared stories created an atmosphere of belonging that wrapped around them like a loving embrace, solidifying their connection and making each moment together a treasure.
With glasses raised, they clinked them together, the sound resonating like a promise to cherish every moment. It was a simple act, yet it held profound significance—a vow that they would honor one another and ensure that love remained the cornerstone of their family.
By the time they reached dessert—a decadent chocolate cake adorned with fresh berries—the atmosphere in the room had transformed. Laughter erupted freely, and stories swapped like prized possessions. The twins animatedly debated who could finish their cake the fastest, as Nick pretended to be the judge of their delightful contest. This playful banter reassured Jan Di that their family dynamics remained intact, undamaged by the challenges of the preceding months.
As the evening drew to a close and the remnants of dinner were cleared away, Jan Di felt a deep sense of fulfillment. Their brief reunion had become a monumental celebration of love, resilience, and the power of family ties. The luxurious dining room, once merely a backdrop for dinner, had become the sacred space where they reaffirmed their commitment to one another, reminding themselves that no matter the distance or challenges faced, their bond was unbreakable.
That night, as they tucked the girls into bed, Jan Di and Nick exchanged silent acknowledgments filled with understanding; they were together again, and that was what mattered most. The tranquil atmosphere of their home, buzzing softly with the echoes of laughter and love, assured them that even in times of separation, the family would always be their true north.
Lily and Valentina are choosing to stay here for the time being, but I unfortunately have to head back home to take care of some important matters before tomorrow arrives." Jan Di explained, gently closing the door behind her as she made her way down the staircase. Nick walked closely beside her, their fingers interlaced, a comforting gesture as they navigated their way to the living room together.
"Please, don't go just yet," Nick urged with a sense of urgency in his voice. "Remember, you are still my wife, and that means a lot to both of us."
The soft, golden glow of the elegant dining room chandelier illuminated the table, casting a warm and inviting light over its surface. Here, a collection of empty wine glasses stood in clusters, remnants of the lively conversations and laughter that had accompanied the evening's festivities. Half-eaten plates of delicious food served as silent witnesses to the slow progress of the night, their contents a testament to the enjoyable meal that had been shared. The air was heavy with the delightful aroma of roasted garlic and aromatic rosemary, intertwining beautifully with the faint, lingering scent of the rich red wine they had enjoyed together earlier. Nick's gaze was fixed intently on Jan Di from across the room, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her graceful neck as she casually leaned against the doorframe. He couldn't help but notice how her fingers nervously toiled with the hem of her dress, a small gesture that spoke volumes about her own feelings in that moment.
"Can you stay with me tonight?" Nick asked, his voice a low and inviting rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air surrounding them. He took a measured step closer, the distance between them diminishing. She could feel his breath, warm and tantalizing, brushing against her ear, and she noticed how his Spanish accent resurfaced, carrying a hint of seduction that filled the room with an intoxicating energy. Music was turned on, softly playing in the background, adding to the tension between them. The whole scene was simply electrifying, and she found herself completely enraptured by his presence.
Jan Di felt her heart skip a beat in response, a flutter of nervous excitement rushing through her as her body instinctively tensed while he closed in. She was acutely aware of the heat radiating from his body and the solid presence of him pressing against her back, making it difficult to think clearly. His hands, strong yet gentle, came up to rest on her shoulders, and she felt his fingers skillfully knead the tension from her muscles, attempting to soothe her growing anxiety. As the music continued, Nick leaned in and whispered softly in her ear, "We haven't danced closely like this in a while." His warm breath tickled her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she realized how much she had missed this intimate connection with him. The familiarity of his touch and the closeness of their bodies brought a sense of comfort and longing that she couldn't ignore.
"Please, stop using that... accent on me," she stammered, struggling to organize her thoughts and find her voice. Her protest fell short as he leaned in closer, and she could hardly concentrate when his lips brushed against her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine and leaving her breathless with anticipation.
"What's the matter, my beautiful wife?" He continued his voice with a deep, seductive whisper that wrapped around her like a warm embrace. As he spoke, his language began to shift gradually from English to Spanish, each word dripping with an enticing intimacy. His palms dug into her back, pulling her irresistibly closer, while his mouth worked its magic, sucking gently on her earlobe, as if savoring a forbidden delight. "¿Te gusta cuando te hablo así?"
Jan Di felt her knees weaken, a sensation that swept over her like a tide, her resolve crumbling under the intoxicating weight of his touch. She knew, with a clarity that both frightened and excited her, that she should push him away, that reason and restraint should prevail, and the word "no" should spill from her lips. But, to her dismay, those words stuck firmly in her throat, caught in a desperate struggle against her swirling emotions. Instead, she found herself inexplicably leaning into him, her body responding to his every gesture, her head tilting delicately to grant him better access to her neck, inviting him in.
Nick's hands roamed with a deliberate slowness down her sides, exploring the contours of her body, his thumbs brushing tantalizingly against the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her dress, lighting fires in their wake. Each soft caress made her heart race, and he could feel her pulse quickening beneath his fingertips, the rapid beat echoing the rhythm of his own heart, a shared connection igniting between them. He pressed warm, soft kisses to the hollow of her throat, savoring the taste of her skin, his tongue darting out momentarily to capture the saltiness that lingered there, an exquisite reminder of their closeness and an unspoken promise of what was to come.
"Nick..." she whispered softly, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear. "We really shouldn't be doing this, not now…"
"Shh," he murmured gently against her heated skin, his lips cascading lower down her neck, playfully nipping at the delicate flesh of her collarbone, sending shivers through her body. "No deberías, pero lo harás," he breathed, his words laced with temptation.
His hands began to move slowly beneath the delicate and soft fabric of her dress, fingers skillfully finding the clasp of her bra that lay concealed beneath layers of material. With a swift and expertly timed flick of his wrist, he managed to release it, allowing the undergarment to drop away effortlessly since it was devoid of straps. The sudden rush of exposure caught Jan Di completely off guard, leading her to gasp sharply in response. In that instant, her hands shot upward, instinctively grasping his arms with an urgent grip, her nails digging into his skin as if to anchor herself to the electrifying moment. She found herself suspended in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, caught between a burning desire and a creeping sense of doubt that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Nick, please…" she whispered urgently, her voice trembling with a potent mix of desperation and uncertainty. In that fleeting moment, it was impossible to discern whether she was earnestly pleading with him to put an end to the swirling events unfolding around them or if she was, in fact, yearning for him to deepen the escalating intimacy that was enveloping them like a warm embrace. The internal struggle within her raged fiercely as she endeavored to untangle her own complex feelings amidst the fervor and intensity of the moment, each heartbeat echoing her confusion.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with an insatiable desire as they bore into hers, tracing the conflict that played out across her features. "¿Quieres que pare?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, sultry growl that sent shivers down her spine. "¿O quieres que te haga olvidar por qué pensaste que esto era una mala idea?" The question hung heavy in the air between them, thick with tension and promise.
Before she could summon a coherent answer, his lips crashed down onto hers, igniting a spark that sent waves of heat rushing through her body. His tongue swept boldly into her mouth, claiming her with a force that left her breathless and yearning for more. She melted against him, every ounce of her earlier resistance dissipating like mist in the morning sun, as she found herself kissing him back with an equal fervor that surprised even her. His hands roamed over her body, moving to cup her breasts with a gentle yet demanding touch, his thumbs teasing her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, igniting a fire within her that she could no longer ignore.
Jan Di moaned softly into his mouth, her hips grinding against his as she desperately sought relief from the deep ache that was building between her legs. The chemistry between them was electric, igniting all her senses. Nick's skilled hands slid down her body, tracing the curves of her waist, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her delicate panties with a tantalizing slowness. He groaned lowly as he felt just how wet she was, the dampness of her desire only fueling his own, making his cock harden even further at the intoxicating thought of being deep inside her.
"Jan Di," he breathed against her lips, his voice ragged and filled with raw need, the urgency palpable in the air around them. "Quiero estar dentro de ti. Quiero sentirte alrededor de mí." His words hung between them, heavy with desire, prompting a shiver of anticipation to race down her spine.
She nodded breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming sensations swirling through her body. Every touch, every whisper ignited her senses in a way she had never experienced before. Nick, sensing her willingness, lifted her effortlessly into his arms, his strong hands supporting her thighs with an ease that made her feel cherished and desired. As he carried her towards the bedroom, she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly, her arms winding around his neck, her lips never leaving his as their kiss deepened and grew more passionate. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them and the intoxicating connection they shared in that intimate moment.
They stumbled through the doorway, their hearts racing with a mix of excitement and anticipation, Nick kicking the door shut firmly behind them to ensure their privacy. Taking a deep breath, he laid her down gently on the bed, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. As he stripped off his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly, his eyes remained glued to her, communicating unspoken desires between them. Jan Di felt a rush of nervous energy as she reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she attempted to undo his belt, her movements hesitant as she fumbled with the buckle.
"Let me take care of this," he said, his voice thick with overwhelming desire, resonating deeply within the quiet space that surrounded them. The air was charged with an electric tension, as he quickly set to work on undoing his pants. The fabric slipped down his thighs with surprising ease, as he shucked them off, along with his boxers, in a single, fluid motion that seemed to defy any hesitation. As his cock sprang free, standing hard and throbbing with anticipation, Jan Di found herself utterly captivated by the sight of it. Her breath hitched in her throat, feeling almost as if the very air had been stolen away. A dry sensation crept into her mouth as she stood paralyzed, overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment and the intense feelings swirling between them. It was as if time had come to a standstill, leaving just the two of them in this shared intimacy, heightening the tension that enveloped them.
Nick climbed onto the bed, carefully positioning himself between her legs to ensure they were both comfortable. "Do you want me inside you?" he asked softly, his voice laced with desire, as he began to peel away her dress, revealing her beautiful, naked form completely. The sight of her vulnerability made his heart race. He reached for a towel that was nearby, gently draping it over their lower bodies to create a sense of intimacy and warmth before he guided his cock toward her entrance. Taking his time, he pushed inside her slowly, fully savoring the incredible sensation of her tightness enveloping him, which sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Jan Di arched her back in response, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size, the intensity of the moment heightening between them.
"Dios, eres tan apretada," he groaned softly, feeling the overwhelming warmth surrounding him as his hips began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust deepening their connection. "Tan caliente y húmeda." Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion, every motion igniting a fire that consumed them both, creating a bond that felt almost sacred in its intensity.
Jan Di bit her lip hard, trying desperately to stifle the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape her throat. Each thrust from Nick was slow and steady, methodically driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with every movement. His hands roamed across her body with a possessive urgency, his fingers skillfully finding her clit and rubbing soft, deliberate circles around it, igniting waves of sensation.
"Nick, please..." she whimpered, her body trembling with an overwhelming need that she could hardly contain. "I need you so much..."
"Lo sé," he whispered back, his voice a soothing balm filled with tenderness and affection. "Te tengo, mi amor. Te tengo." It was as if he could feel all her desires, his touch leaving a trail of fire on her skin as he assured her that he was right there with her, fully present in this moment.
His lips found hers with an intensity that built gradually, leading to a slow, deep, and incredibly passionate kiss that seemed to consume them both. The kiss was not just deep; it was fervent and hot, igniting a fire between them. As the kiss deepened, he expertly changed the angle of his movement, fully in tune with her responses. He knew her inside and out, understanding her every reaction. He was aware of her weak spots, the places where just the slightest touch could send shivers through her body. He knew precisely which button to push, and he took great pleasure in how it drove her absolutely wild when he hit that particular spot, making their connection all the more electric and intoxicating.
With that, he quickened the pace, his thrusts growing increasingly deeper and more insistent with each movement. Jan Di cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing violently around him as she reached her peak, her orgasm crashing over her like a powerful tidal wave, overwhelming her senses and flooding every inch of her being with intense pleasure. The sensations coursed through her, leaving her breathless and fully immersed in the moment, as waves of bliss rippled outwards from the core of her desire.
Nick soon followed, his release spilling into her as he pushed his cock deeper inside, giving her all of himself in that intimate moment while his hands firmly held her hips. His lips and tongue worked their magic on her, unknowingly bringing her to another wave of intense orgasm that coursed through her body. Her walls enveloped him tightly, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through both of them. Their hips moved in perfect harmony, relishing the slow, sensual grind of his cock inside her. It was an intoxicating experience, and they found themselves completely addicted to the feeling, lost in each other's bodies and the rhythm they had created together.
For what felt like an eternity, they lay intertwined, their bodies still joined in a blissful union, their breaths mingling softly in the quiet, serene room around them. Nick's hand tenderly stroked her hair, his fingertips dancing gently along her scalp, while his thumb brushed softly against her cheek, tracing the delicate contours of her face. In that intimate silence, they shared unspoken words, each breath and every heartbeat echoing the profound connection they had forged in that exquisite moment of passion.
"¿Estás bien?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Jan Di nodded softly, her eyes still closed and her body feeling utterly exhausted as if it had reached its limit after everything they had shared. Nick, sensing her fatigue, shifted slightly beside her, and as he did, his softening cock slipped out of her with a gentle, faint pop that broke the silence of the moment. He quickly reached for the towel, expertly wiping both of them clean before tossing it aside, not wanting to disrupt the serenity surrounding them. Then, with a gentle warmth, he gathered her into his strong arms, pulling her close against him, as if he wanted to shield her from the rest of the world.
"Te amo," he whispered tenderly, his lips brushing lightly against her temple with a softness that made her heart flutter. "Nunca te dejaré ir," he added, his voice filled with sincerity, reaffirming the bond they had formed and the promise he made. Jan Di, feeling his warmth enveloping her, snuggled even closer, allowing her body to relax completely against his, safe and secure. She wasn't certain what the future held for them—what twists and turns awaited—but in that precious moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. Here, in his embrace, she was exactly where she belonged, savoring the peacefulness that surrounded them both as they drifted in quiet intimacy.
He kissed her once more, this time more deeply, fully savoring the moment they shared. As their kiss lingered, it felt as though time itself began to dissolve around them, leaving nothing but the rhythm of their hearts beating in unison and the soft whispers of their breaths mingling in the air. Nick pulled back slightly, his gaze searching hers, filled with a complex mix of longing, vulnerability, and hope. "It's just that sometimes it feels like you are about to leave me," he confessed, his brow furrowing under the weight of unspoken worries that had been building up inside him. "I don't want to lose you like I did last time. The thought of that is unbearable."
"Nick…"
"Shh… Please, I am not done speaking yet. Just hear me out. Can you move back in with me?" His voice held a pleading tone as if he were asking for something that meant the world to him.
"But what about the house I am staying in? I can't just abandon it without a plan," she replied, uncertainty lacing her words as she considered the implications of his request.
Nick reached out to gently cup her face in his hands, his thumb softly tracing the curve of her cheekbone. "I can put it on the market once again. It's not a big deal. What matters most is having you close to me. We can figure everything else out later."
"I just don't want Ji Hoo and the others to find out about our marriage yet," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, a hint of anxiety creeping in as she thought about the potential fallout of their situation.
The following morning, Nick was the first one to awaken in the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the gleaming wedding ring on her finger, a symbol of their enduring bond. A smile crept across his face as he felt her snugly nestled against his chest, her warmth radiating through him. At that moment, he experienced an overwhelming sense of relief wash over him, flooding his heart with gratitude that his beloved wife was in his arms once again, safe and sound. While he watched her peaceful slumber, he was filled with admiration for her beauty, and memories of the events from the previous day began to play in his mind like a film reel. These recollections reminded him of the struggles they had faced, and a vow formed in the depths of his heart: he promised himself that he would never allow her to slip away from him again. He knew that it was essential for him to do whatever it took to support her in living the life she desired—an independent life that had originally been the very thing that caused their separation. "My love, I will do whatever you say," he said softly. "I will let you live your life as you see fit, no matter what it takes. I won't force you to live the princess life you hate so much."
Jan Di stirred in her sleep but remained still, lost in dreams of freedom. As he watched her peaceful expression, he kissed her forehead and slipped out of bed to make breakfast for her, himself, and her daughters, who were still fast asleep in their rooms. As he quietly moved to the kitchen, the soft patter of his bare feet on the cool tiles reminded him of how far they had come. The aroma of brewing coffee began to fill the air, merging with the faint scent of toast that he was setting to brown. Each task felt like an act of love, a way to express the gratitude swelling within him. The sun continued to rise, casting golden rays that danced across the countertops, and he glanced back at their bedroom, marveling at the life they were building together.
Once the breakfast was ready, he plated the steaming eggs and crispy bacon, arranging them neatly next to the toast. He poured two mugs of coffee, knowing how she liked hers—just a splash of cream to brighten the dark brew. A smile lingered on his lips as he reflected on the little things that made them work—the rituals that had once seemed trivial but now felt monumental.
Just as he was on the verge of heading back to the bedroom, preparing himself for a quiet moment, he suddenly heard the gentle sound of soft footsteps approaching from behind. Curiosity piqued, he turned around and was met with the delightful sight of his daughters, still clad in their cozy pajamas, their hair tousled and messy from a night of restful sleep. The sight of their innocent, sleepy smiles filled him with a comforting warmth that radiated through his heart, almost overwhelming him with joy. "¡Buenos días, adorables chicas!" he greeted them enthusiastically, his voice cheerful and bright as he crouched down low, opening wide his arms invitingly for them to rush into his embrace.
"Buenos días, papá!" they exclaimed in excited unison as they dashed towards him, their faces lighting up with pure joy. The kitchen was soon filled with the invigorating sound of their laughter, echoing around the room like a sweet, uplifting melody that brought a vibrant energy to the morning. Without hesitation, he lifted both of them effortlessly into the air, spinning them around playfully, their joyous giggles bouncing off the walls and mixing with the delightful ambiance of the household. "How did my beautiful daughters sleep?" he asked, showering their cheeks with affectionate kisses, feeling grateful for these precious moments.
"Muy bien, papá! ¿Y tú?" they replied together, their eyes shining with curiosity, excitement, and a heartwarming sense of love that made his heart swell even more.
"Mejor ahora que estoy con ustedes," he responded, setting them down gently with a smile that matched their own. "Come on, let's eat breakfast! I made your favorite dishes just for you today." He gestured towards the dining area, ready to share a lovely meal together, eager to start the day filled with laughter and love. "Allow me to call the lady of the house to join us," he said with a smile. He watched Valentina and Lily rush downstairs while he opened the bedroom to see Jan Di out of the bed, wrapped in the towel, while on the phone talking to someone, which he suspected was Ji Hoo. Nick leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile playing on his lips as he observed Jan Di. She stood there, her hair cascading over her shoulders, a towel wrapped securely around her, and her expression a mixture of concentration and warmth. The gentle curve of her smile as she spoke brought a sense of calm to his heart, even as he felt a twinge of curiosity about the conversation she was having.
"Ji Hoo, I understand," she said, her voice low and soothing. "I promise I'll get back to you soon." There was a pause, and Nick could see her nodding, her brow slightly furrowed in thought. He couldn't help but feel a pang of protectiveness—he wanted to shield her from any lingering shadows of their past.
With a soft cough to announce his presence, he stepped into the room, and her gaze lifted to meet his. The warmth in her eyes made his heart leap, and he felt an overwhelming urge to cross the distance and wrap his arms around her. "Good morning, my love," he said, his voice gentle.
"Good morning," she replied, her smile brightening as she ended the call, tucking her phone on the bedside table.
"I made breakfast for the whole family," he said, stepping closer. "Your favorites. The girls are waiting for you." He watched as her eyes sparkled with delight, the worries of the world momentarily forgotten.
"Thank you, Nick. You didn't have to do that," she said, her voice softening. But he could see the appreciation shining in her gaze, and it filled him with joy. "I should have woken up earlier."
"I wanted to," he replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I want to make every moment count, especially now." There was a sincerity in his tone that made her heart flutter, and she felt a rush of love for the man who stood before her, willing to embrace her independence while cherishing their bond.
"Just give me a moment to get dressed, and I'll join you shortly," she said softly, allowing her gaze to linger on his a bit longer than usual. Nick nodded in understanding, taking a step back to give her the space she needed, but not before he leaned in gently to place a tender kiss on her forehead, a small gesture that spoke volumes of their affection for one another.
As he turned and made his way back to the kitchen, a sense of pride and accomplishment swelled within him. The lively laughter of his daughters floated through the air, a delightful sound that harmonized beautifully with the enticing aroma of breakfast cooking, creating a warm and inviting symphony of love that enveloped the home. Pouring himself another cup of steaming coffee, he felt his heart expand with gratitude as he cherished the life they were creating together, one filled with simple yet profound moments.
"¡Mira, papá! ¡Comida!" Valentina exclaimed with uncontainable excitement, her eyes sparkling wide as she pointed enthusiastically at the breakfast spread that filled the table. Lily, bubbling with energy, bounced on her toes beside her sister, her delightful curls bouncing in tandem with her exuberance, a visual testament to her excitement.
"Sí, mis amores, there's more than enough for everyone," he replied, a broad smile stretching across his face as joy radiated from them. The sight of his daughters, so alive and bursting with energy, was a powerful reminder of why he had dedicated himself to preserving the family they had built together, fighting through challenges to keep them united. Each moment spent with them reinforced his resolve, solidifying the memories they were creating that would last a lifetime.
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Just then, Jan Di stepped out of the bedroom, radiating confidence and elegance as she showcased her stylish ensemble. She wore a pristine white, knee-length dress that featured a sophisticated V-neckline, which was beautifully adorned with subtle silver accents that caught the light in just the right way, creating a stunning effect. The dress fitted her perfectly, accentuating her poised and professional demeanor, and making her appear both polished and graceful. Over the dress, she draped a soft pink coat that had large lapels and a single-button closure, adding an extra touch of sophistication and warmth to her overall look. The coat's gentle hue complemented her attire perfectly, enhancing her appearance and making her stand out in the best way possible, effortlessly drawing the eyes of everyone in the room.
To complete her outfit, Jan Di carried a chic pink handbag that matched her coat flawlessly, ensuring that she had all her essentials close at hand while maintaining her stylish look. Her high-heeled platform shoes, embellished with delicate bows, added a lovely feminine touch while still keeping a professional appearance that was suitable for any occasion. Her accessories were thoughtfully chosen to enhance her ensemble: matching pink earrings sparkled subtly, her nail polish was perfectly coordinated, and she carried a sleek phone case or small wallet in the same shade of pink. Each element of her attire was carefully selected, working together harmoniously to create a polished and sophisticated look that was perfect for a busy day at the office.
As she entered the room, she looked absolutely radiant, and Nick felt a rush of pride as she joined them at the table, her presence lighting up the space. "My wife is looking very beautiful," he remarked, unable to hide his admiration. The soft curls of her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face elegantly and adding to her overall allure. The subtle scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a delicate fragrance that seemed to enhance her charm and draw attention to her graceful demeanor.
"Thank you, hubby," she replied with a warm smile, reaching for his hand in a gesture of affection that made his heart swell with love.
"Good morning, girls!" She called out, her voice bright and cheerful, filling the room with warmth and positivity.
"¡Mamá!" they chorused, rushing to her side with gleeful enthusiasm and pulling her into a tight embrace that spoke volumes of their love for her. Nick watched the heartwarming scene unfold, his heart swelling with love for his family as he took in the joyful moment.
"Alright, everyone, let's dig in!" he said, taking his seat at the table, excitement bubbling in the air. As they began to eat, the kitchen was soon filled with the delightful sounds of laughter and chatter, each moment weaving a rich tapestry of memories that he knew would last a lifetime. The love he felt for his family was palpable, a warm and comforting presence that enveloped him, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched them all enjoying the meal together, cherishing every second of their time as a family.
As they continued to enjoy their meal together, the atmosphere at the table was lively and filled with laughter. Suddenly, Nick's phone buzzed insistently, cutting through the pleasant conversation. He glanced at the caller ID and, after a moment's pause, he politely excused himself from the table, a hint of urgency in his tone. "I need to take this," he explained as he stepped outside to ensure he could hear clearly. As he answered the call, he greeted the voice on the other end with enthusiasm, "Alex, it's great to hear from you."
As he walked a few steps away from the dining room, Nick leaned slightly against the cool wall outside, bracing himself for whatever news was coming. "Did you get the DNA results?" he asked, his curiosity piqued and an underlying tension in his voice.
"Yes," Alex replied, his tone serious and weighted with significance. "This has never happened in history, boss. We are dealing with something truly unprecedented here."
Confusion settled on Nick's face as he took in Alex's words. He pressed further for clarity, "What do you mean by that?" His mind raced with questions, but he needed to understand the gravity of the situation.
Alex hesitated momentarily, clearly gathering his thoughts before answering. "The DNA results indicate that you are not biologically related to your daughter Lily. You are not her father at all, but we have confirmed that Valentina is indeed yours." As the shocking news sank in, Nick's heart began to race uncontrollably. He felt a wave of disbelief crash over him, mingling with confusion that clouded his understanding of everything he thought he knew.
"But Lily and Valentina are twins!" Nick exclaimed, trying to wrap his mind around the implications of what he had just heard.
Taking a deep breath to gather his thoughts and steady himself, Alex pressed on with his explanation, determined to communicate the gravity of the situation. "That's precisely the reason the doctor brought this particular scenario to our attention—the situation we are currently facing is unlike anything that has ever been documented or reported in the past. It is an incredibly rare and unique occurrence that fundamentally challenges everything we think we understand about familial relationships and the very nature of how they operate. This is not just an ordinary case; it pushes the boundaries of our knowledge and compels us to rethink some of our most basic assumptions regarding family dynamics."
Nick's thoughts spiraled wildly as he grappled with the unimaginable revelation that had just shattered his perception of reality. Every aspect of his world felt as though it was shifting dramatically beneath him, as if the very ground he stood on was destabilizing, leaving him unsteady and profoundly disoriented. He could feel a surge of emotions battling within him, and he fought hard to regain his composure amidst the chaos swirling in his mind. "OK," he finally responded, a firm and determined tone creeping into his voice that signaled his resolve to confront this situation head-on. "We need to dig much deeper into this matter. It's imperative that we conduct a thorough investigation into everything related to him. We must find a way to obtain DNA samples from him, as well as delve deeply into his family background, leaving absolutely no detail unexamined or overlooked. Our pursuit of the truth must be relentless." He paused for a brief moment, allowing the weight of his words to settle, and then continued, "And after we gather all the necessary evidence, I am going to seek vengeance and destroy him for everything he did." A menacing grin stretched across his face, a look of pure malice and unyielding determination gleaming in his eyes as he envisioned the culmination of his plans. "And this should stay between us because I don't know if she ever finds out what she will do."
"But boss, when are you going to reveal to her WHO YOU REALLY ARE?"