30 Days till I Divorce My Husband (Estrella and Jason)

Chapter 128

Estrella glanced at him, the discomfort of her monthly visitor painting her mood in shades of grey. “Aunt Flo’s in town, not exactly feeling chipper.”

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hang in there, and it’ll pass in a few days. I’ll make it up to you, with interest.”

His nonchalant demeanor hung in the air as Estrella simply watched him, words

unspoken. Their eyes locked for a moment before Estrella, half-squinting, probed, “Jason, is there something you’re keeping from me?”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stared at her for a long while before standing up to unfasten his tie and hang his jacket on the coat rack, asking, “What exactly are you referring to?”

Secrets and undisclosed truths were woven into the fabric of their relationship.

At his response, Estrella fell silent. What more could she pry from him if he’d already laid his cards on the table? It was better to dig up the dirt herself.

Jason turned to find Estrella turned away, silent. “Not hungry?” he asked.

With the back of her head to him, she replied, “No appetite.”

Truth be told, it was her spirits that were low. She thought she might’ve been pregnant, but a test dashed that hope, leaving her feeling as though she’d slept through the past days for naught.

Seeing her weighed down with thoughts, Jason didn’t tease her further. He changed clothes and retreated to the adjacent study.

for bed, Estrella’s mood had not lifted. She was lukewarm in his

her. She even indulged him in

bolted upright. “I feel sticky

suit, but before he could speak, Estrella cut him off. “Don’t even think about joining me. Don’t push your luck.” With that, she dashed to the bathroom and locked the door behind

sample in a box before stepping under the soothing cascade

Jason pulled her close. This time, she didn’t

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09:15

to

The matter that kept her up at night needed resolving. She sought to clear the fog that clouded

afternoon, after accompanying Logan to meet a client, she returned to the office. A colleague called out, “Ms. Estrella, there’s a client in the lounge

replied, striding in her sleek gray suit and

coffee, Estrella pushed the door open to find a familiar face

as she heard her name. She turned to face the voice, finding it vaguely familiar yet unable

on Estrella’s face, the girl clarified. “Estrella, I’m Zoey. We’ went to high school

It’s been years since we last met.” With a friendly chuckle, she came closer, extending a cup of coffee towards the young woman. Zoey had always been bookish, a bespectacled girl with

and explained, “I had LASIK eye surgery, hence the

casually inquiring, “Are you here for legal consultation, or do you need to initiate a lawsuit?”

coffee with both hands, Zoey fixed a solemn gaze on Estrella. “I have a ca that

on her digital voice recorder

two years ago. She’s a middle school English teacher and he’s a P.E. teacher at the same school. Despite being