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

Chapter 10

It seems that she wasn’t as he thought, with no personal life whatsoever.

When Marie brought in some snacks and tea, Jason casually asked about Estrella’s usual routine. Marie said, “Ms. Estrella occasionally works overtime, but not often, and she

usually comes home quite early. It’s still early today.”

Early? It was already past nine. She usually complained about his infrequent visits, yet she herself wasn’t much better.

Jason thought that when he agreed to come home once a week, Estrella would be waiting at home for him, eagerly watching for his return. But things didn’t turn out as he imagined.

With his hands in his pockets, Jason still stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, not leaving. Now, he was curious when Estrella would return home tonight.

Meanwhile, inside an Audi A4, a young man gripped the steering wheel, glancing over at Estrella who rested her head against the window, her brow furrowed in discomfort. “Estrella, you okay?” he asked with concern.

“I’m fine,” she replied, her hand pressed against her chest. The night had crowned her the life of the party, leading to a few too many toasts in her honor. As the evening wound down, people suggested karaoke, but Estrella could hardly walk straight, prompting her supervisor to arrange a ride home.

Entering the prestigious Sandalwood Oasis, the young man’s eyes widened in awe. The neighborhood was Ravenwood’s crème de la crème, where luxury whispered through the rustling leaves and reflected in the tranquil waters. The real estate prices were as breathtaking as the scenery – outrageously so

As they pulled up to Sandalwood Oasis No. 1, his shock deepened. If his memory served him right, this was the property of a prominent Ravenwood figure, sprawling over acres of prime land. “Estrella,” he called out, just as the gates of the villa swung open, revealing a tall man in a crisp slate-gray pajama set. His face was stern as he approached them, each step measured.

heart skipped a beat upon recognizing Jason. In the next instant, he was out of

passenger door. Estrella’s scent, heavy with alcohol, hit him, and his gaze turned

his presence, chirped, “Hey! You’re back!” She fumbled with her seatbelt, muttering about its stubbornness until Jason, despite his distaste, unbuckled it and

neck, protesting, “Jason, I’m not that drunk.

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as if to assert his claim

snagging the legal representation for Nelson International. The thought of

is Estrella’s bag. We had a firm dinner tonight. I’m allergic to alcohol, so I was the designated

a nonchalant “Thanks,” and the young man watched them disappear

across from Estrella in an interrogation-like manner. “Estrella, you sure that man is

are

pillow, met his jealous gaze with a teasing challenge, “Jason, are you jealous?”

to extinguish it at her frown.

the tension as she tossed aside the pillow and straddled him, seeking his

bodies pressed together, and the irritation

her voice muffled, “Jason, I’m

Her