30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband

Chapter 13

For some reason, Jason felt like those words were aimed at him, like she was telegraphing her own feelings in a roundabout way. She was trying to say that she’d put in the effort, she’d been committed, and if he was even considering a divorce, he better be ready for Estrella to take the gloves off and fight tooth and nail for what she deserved.

“Ms. Estrella, I get the logic, but I just can’t swallow it. He just dusts off his hands after the divorce and marries some young thing in the blink of an eye. And me? What about all my years of youth, and everything I’ve done for this family, and for him?” she raged over the phone. “Am I supposed to go find myself some young stud now?”

Estrella replied with a chuckle, “Why not? Jo, you can snag a young one too.”

The woman on the other end of the line burst into laughter, “Ms. Estrella, you’re a breath of fresh air, a real comfort. I love talking to you.”

Estrella quipped back, “I’m just picking up tips from your experiences, Jo.”

Jason’s expression darkened. It seemed Estrella was using these divorce cases as

-practice, hustling to build an empire for some young gun in her future.

“Ms. Estrella, you’re young, and you don’t understand. Me and my husband, we met in our twenties, back when he was…”

The woman on the phone was ready to pour her heart out, and Estrella listened intently, feeling a crick in her neck, so she sprawled on the bed with the phone clutched to her ear. Lying down, she covered the mouthpiece and whispered to Jason, “Client’s going through a tough divorce. I need to comfort her.”

Jason gave her a nonchalant look and went back to his book.

The client talked and talked, from how she met her husband thirty years ago, to how she supported him through their struggles, their children, and everything.

This went on from early evening until nearly midnight, and Estrella dozed off unknowingly on the bed while the middle-aged woman kept on about her hardships.

stayed awake, nearly driven to the brink of madness. At that moment, he profoundly appreciated Estrella’s stoicism and brevity. Otherwise, he felt

on the nightstand struck twelve, and the woman finally took a deep breath, “Ms. Estrella, thank you for listening all night. It’s late, and you have work tomorrow.

Estrella’s phone and responded with a flat “Hmm.

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in her own emotions, didn’t realize she was speaking to a man

Jason tossed the phone aside, staring at Estrella who had fallen asleep on the bed. He remembered how she

the thought. Every time she dangled the possibility in front of him, and just

when Estrella’s leg accidentally brushed against him,

her. Estrella, like a

time she got to the crux, Jason couldn’t make out the

“Jason.”

“Here.”

softly and pulled the blanket over

The glow from the bedside lamp was a rare warmth in the

you’re worse than

all this, or the Nelson family, would we have even come

Estrella. The first and only time he ever raised his hand to a woman.

too painful to dwell on. Jason switched off the small bedside lamp and closed his

woke up, Jason was

that Jason was ready to leave, Estrella, still groggy, muttered, “Jason, we need to make up for last week.” She had intended