30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband

Chapter 275

As Jason’s words fell, Holly’s expression darkened. “Jason, what are you implying?” she snapped.

Jason watched her closely, his gaze fixed on her eyes, as if trying to latch onto any clue that might reveal itself in her reaction.

After the fire seven years ago, Holly ‘died’, and Jason didn’t think much of it. However, three years ago, Holly suddenly came back to life. Now, not only had she come back from the dead, but she was also using that evidence as a bargaining chip. Jason had no choice but to think harder about the situation. The myriad thoughts from that morning’s hospital visit suddenly cleared as he faced Holly. After confronting Jason, Holly retorted, “You’ve lost it, Jason. You’re so obsessed with Estrella that you won’t even accept the truth staring you right in the face.”

Calm in the face of Holly’s agitation, Jason said with a composed voice, “The fire wasn’t Estrella’s doing. If you want the truth, you could cooperate with me, follow the leads.”

He paused briefly before adding, “If you’re unwilling to work with me, I can’t help but suspect the whole thing and investigate further.”

If the victim wasn’t willing to come forward or cooperate, it pointed him in a new direction for his inquiry.

“Jason, you… you… Holly stammered, pointing at him, too enraged to finish her sentence. She had intended to use a soft approach to keep him by her side during their meeting today, but instead, she had stirred up a hornet’s nest and provoked Jason into voicing his suspicions of her.

Glancing indifferently at the bottle of Merlot on the table and the scented candles Holly had lit, Jason let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Holly, do you really think I’d fall for these petty tricks?” He had noticed something off about the wine and the candles from the get-go, but had put off confronting her about it because they had more pressing matters to discuss.

with countless women throwing themselves at him, many more cunning than Holly. He had never faltered before, and why

backward glance, the door closing behind him with a

closed door, feeling utterly drained. More than Jason’s final taunt, she fixated on his earlier words. Why? Why did he believe in Estrella so staunchly, even with evidence laid out before

Dorvold

to the room she

alive. It was

“Jason, Jason…”

did you

tightly, her forehead slick with sweat as her dreams tossed and turned in chaos. She dreamt that she set fire, that she burned Jason to death, that she regretted and felt sad while holding Jason’s lifeless body, and that she had an argument with

in bed, Estrella’s breathing was ragged, filling the quiet room. Her mind replayed the scenes from her nightmare, overwhelming her with a mixture of emotions,

her heart still racing and her forehead beaded with sweat, Estrella reached for

her and Isaac, and how the video evidence from that fire

what was wrong. “I just dreamt about the fire,” Estrella confessed, her voice pained. “The images from the video kept coming up in pieces.”

hesitation, Jason said, “Don’t worry, I’m on my way,” and hung up.

up, trying to piece together the events surrounding the fire when

door,” Jason’s voice came