30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband novel Chapter 375

"I've always liked guys with a bit of guts, so him leaving was the right call. Axis Technology's been a huge success too."

Estrella's words of comfort nearly brought Drew, a grown man, to tears.

He looked up at Estrella, seeing through her attempt to console both him and the boss.

"Ms. Estrella," Drew called out, his voice thick with emotion.

Estrella stood up slowly, gently patting Drew's shoulder with her purse, a bittersweet smile on her face. "Come on now, big guy. What’s this all about? Don't tell me you're going to cry! With a boss as capable as yours, everyone’s doing great. You should be happy."

Drew looked up, still feeling down. "Ms. Estrella."

Estrella couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright, big man. Looks like I have to comfort you too."

Drew still felt down, looking at her, he asked, "Ms. Estrella, what about you and the boss? Are you really not going to forgive him?"

Estrella laughed, though there was a touch of helplessness in it. "I never blamed him, so there's nothing to forgive."

After a pause, she sighed, looking at Drew and speaking softly, "Drew, I appreciate you trying to explain things for him. But bringing up old feelings makes it hard for both of us."

If she were Cole's biological daughter, she could afford to stay mad at him, but she wasn't.

So, there was much more to consider.

Having said her piece, Estrella glanced at her watch, casually adding, "I've got work to do, I better head back. You should get going too."

She turned to the waitress. "Put the bill on my tab."

After settling the bill, she gave Drew's shoulder another comforting pat, urging him not to dwell on the issue, before leaving.

The café’s glass door slowly closed behind Estrella, her figure appearing solitary, forlorn, and desolate.

Drew had explained everything to her, and for a moment, Estrella’s heart ached—a pain that lingered, a sorrow for Jason and for herself.

But it’s all in the past now. Life goes on, and they all must learn to reconcile with themselves and live well.

Even for Cole, Autumn, and Isaac, she had to muster her spirits.

Life must move forward.

In the adult world, the most frequent and viable choice is often simply to let go.

In the café, as Drew watched Estrella’s departing figure, tears nearly escaped his eyes, unaware that the wind had also reddened Estrella’s eyes.

Her heart clenched in pain, spreading to the palms of her hands and her fingertips.

At twenty-nine, virtually thirty, her youth had ended. From now on, she is Estrella, the chairman of Nelson International, the daughter of Cole and Autumn, the mother of Isaac, but no longer Jason’s Mrs. Nelson.

Wiping her eyes, she took a deep breath and strode into the Dorvold Group building.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Estrella!"

"Ms. Estrella, good afternoon!"

Nodding and smiling as always, nobody could see her mood, no one knew she had just bid farewell to her youth.

"Ms. Estrella, the documents for the 2 pm meeting are ready on your desk, the East Peak boss is coming at 4 pm to discuss a project, you have a city council meeting at 5 pm, and there might be a networking event in the evening," Joshua reported as he followed her.

"Okay," Estrella's pace was brisk, the relentless workload leaving her no time to grieve or pay tribute to her past.

"Ms. Estrella, regarding the Far East..."

As Estrella’s figure receded down the hallway, she was once again the decisive Estrella, only she didn’t know when she might finally stop and live for herself.

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Noticing the shadow that crossed Jason’s face, Drew quickly added, "Boss, since Ms. Estrella didn’t stop the company from working with us, she must not blame you. She understands, and plus, Ms. Estrella..."

Before Drew could finish, Jason cut him off, "You’ve been to see Estrella, what else could she possibly say?"

"...?" Drew was momentarily speechless, "Boss, you knew?"

Jason didn’t press him about visiting Estrella, simply saying, "Alright, get back to work!" He knew Estrella didn’t blame him, nor did she harbor any resentment.

Seeing that Jason wasn’t in the mood to discuss personal matters, Drew took the agreement and left the room.

The door closed gently behind him as Jason sank into his chair, his brow furrowed in thought.

At nine in the evening, after wrapping up his work, Jason found himself driving to the Dorvold family’s estate, almost as if on autopilot.

Stepping out of the car, he looked up at the grand mansion, memories of Estrella, Isaac, and Autumn flooding his mind.

Those days were probably the best times of his life.

Jason could have never anticipated that Catrina’s vendetta would make it impossible for him and Estrella to return to those times.

If only Estrella was Cole’s biological child, she would have had every right to be angry with Cole, to blame him, and to proudly stand by her grievances. But she wasn’t.

Their relationship was fraught with too much helplessness.

As he looked up at Estrella’s window, the sound of a car horn startled him. Turning around, he saw Estrella’s BMW 7 series parked behind his Maybach.

Jason was caught off guard.

He had thought Estrella was still out of town on a business trip, not expecting to be caught lurking outside her home.

Without moving his car, Jason turned to look at her. Estrella opened her car door and stepped out.