Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1055

Chapter 1055

Estelle looked down. Yeah, she should take responsibility for her actions. Why didn’t she stay away from Jonathan?

Seeing her like this. Magdalen couldn’t hide her heartache anymore, ‘Once this is over, you need to get out of J City right away. Go anywhere with Manley Scott, and don’t ever see Jonathan again!‘ Estelle frowned, “I can’t do that now, at least not until I’m divorced. Otherwise, Manley would be eloping with a married woman.”

Magdalen laughed helplessly, “Can you not joke around at a time like this?”

Estelle said seriously. “I’m not joking!”

“You and Jonathan have been separated for over two years now, you can file for divorce,”

Estelle’s eyes turned cold, “You think Jonathan would agree?”

“What else does he want?”

“Maybe, Estelle looked out the window and whispered, “he won’t let me go that easily!”

In the end, Magdalen couldn’t convince Estelle and could only send her back to her villa on Liberty Street.

Before heading back, Magdalen went to the supermarket and bought some groceries, helping her stock up her fridge, “Things will get sorted out, but until then, you can’t leave the house. If you need anything, I’ll have it delivered daily”

“Okay.” Estelle nodded obediently.

Magdalen gave her a new phone, instructing sternly, “If your phone number gets leaked, use this one. Don’t underestimate these netizens. Some people have been mentally and physically harmed by doxxing. Be careful.“.

“I will, I promise!”

A journalist asked, “Gwen, we heard you and Estelle were friends. Is that true?!

Gwen choked up and nodded, “Yes, we were very close and there was nothing we couldn’t talk about!”

The journalist quickly asked, “So, she stole your boyfriend then?“.

Tears trembled on Gwen’s lashes, making her look Innocent and vulnerable, “Estelle wouldn’t do that to me. There must be a misunderstanding.

“What misunderstanding? This morning, photos of Estelle leaving Jonathan’s house were posted online. Have you seen them?”

Gwen’s body trembled slightly, her heart ached too much to speak. “Gwen, did Estelle get plastic surgery to look like you? Is there any difference between her appearance before and now?” Another journalist asked.

Gwen covered her eyes with her hand, voice choked with emotion, “She once said that I was prettier than her. We were best friends, close as sisters. If we looked the same, it would be even better. I thought… she was just joking.”