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.

made her anger rise, hot and sharp in

he say anything else?” Renee asked, clearly

should reach out to him directly–you have his number. Natalie, what is this? Is he trying to threaten you? How did I

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only just

up, Natalie told Chris to pull

know what had happened, but

through

like looking back at her old self–someone who had caged herself in

feelings for Jensen back then

written back then had been real–every joke, every tender word, every bit

support.

was using them to threaten her. What

longer cared to preserve any

read through the entire record

wasn’t hard to

claim that the past five years of my designs counted as some kind of gift to him? The thought

nothing more to

her phone,

find a lawyer to

happened? That bastard bothering

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

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

voice lost some

his

basement, his voice was the only sound that

the middle of. She simply explained what