When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 226 Kids Choose Fun Over Drama

Natalie had worried the kids might not want to go to preschool after what happened yesterday; to her surprise, the moment they heard they were going, they lit up with excitement.

After making absolutely sure they were fine, Natalie and Chris drove them over.

The preschool director personally welcomed Natalie.

It was the kids‘ first time being around so many other children; they were thrilled, waving at Natalie and calling out their goodbyes.

Seeing them so happy put Natalie at ease.

“Mrs. Gunn, don’t worry; the children will be just fine here with us,” the director assured her quickly.

Natalie nodded, stayed for a while to watch, and, once she was sure the two little ones were fully immersed in play, let Chris drive them back.

On the way, Renee sent Natalie a message: “Natalie, Jensen just sent some files to our studio’s email. Do you want to take a look?”

Natalie frowned as she read.

“Jensen?”

“Yes.”

Renee sighed, but still forwarded the documents to Natalie’s phone.

The moment Natalie opened them, her face darkened; her hands clenched into fists.

Jensen had actually dug up their private conversations from when they were dating.

Not only that he had printed them out and sent them to her.

her anger rise, hot and sharp in her chest. How

he say anything else?” Renee asked, clearly

reach out to him directly–you have his number. Natalie, what is this? Is he trying to threaten you? How did I never notice before

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just

Natalie told

what had happened, but

scrolled through the conversation

at her old self–someone who had caged herself in

Jensen back

line she’d written back then had been real–every joke, every tender word,

support.

he was using them to threaten her. What did that

to preserve any of the good that had

through the entire record coldly, her

wasn’t hard to

past five years of my designs counted as some kind

nothing more

her phone,

a lawyer to

happened? That bastard

around him went quiet. Even the scar–faced man who

his bloodstained gloves and tossed them into a trash bin. The violence

his deep, magnetic voice lost

his

the blood–scented basement, his voice was the only sound

in the middle of. She simply