All Chapters of Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Estella POV“Let’s just go home,” I said. “I’m tired. It’s been a long day, and I’m just… done.”Alejandro shot me a sidelong glance. “When was the last time you let yourself just stop and breathe?”I huffed out a small laugh. “I’ll stop and breathe as soon as we get home.”“Then it’s my job to make sure you get it,” he said firmly, wrapping an arm around my waist.As we neared the corner where Clara stood, I spotted her slouched against the wall, arms crossed.“Hey Clara?” I asked, stepping closer. “Are you okay?”She straightened immediately, plastering on a forced smile. “Yeah, fine.”I narrowed my eyes. “You don’t look fine.”“I’m fine,” she insisted, waving me off.I hesitated, my concern growing, but before I could press further, she shook her head and chirped, “ Are you going? Just go and have a rest. I’ll handle everything.”I studied her, then gave a small nod. I will make sure to find out what is up with her. “Make sure everyone leaves safely, okay? And… I will get Raul stay

Estella Mia’s blank stare still stuck with me as I walked back into the house, locking the door behind me. The whole house was silent, the kind that made every creak of the floorboards echo louder than it should. What the hell was Mia doing out there? Sleepwalking? Spying? I couldn’t figure it out, but the way she just stood there, staring, still gave me chills. I tried to shake off the thought. She’d been weird since the moment she started working here. I sent Alejandro a quick message: Are you almost there? Is she okay? I sighed, heading to the bedroom. My dress clung to me uncomfortably after the long day, and I peeled it off, tossing it onto the chair. Sliding into the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting the hot water soothe my tense muscles. The warm spray did little to calm my thoughts. My mind was a whirlwind of suspicion and unease. I had just been proposed to. I should be euphoric, floating on air, but instead, I felt restless. When I stepped out of the shower,

Estella POVI didn’t sleep. Not a wink. Not for a single second.I spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment of the last twenty-four hours like a movie .The images were stamped into my memory. Camila’s hand on his cheek. Their lips meeting. The date scrawled on the back of each one. The same damn ring.My hand instinctively went to the ring. I traced the cool metal with trembling fingers. I couldn’t take it off. Not yet. My love for Alejandro was too tangled with my anger. And despite everything, I wanted him to walk through that door, to explain, to make me feel safe again. But it was almost noon, and he still hadn’t called.Each unanswered text, each unreturned call, was like a blade twisting in my chest. At first, I worried. Was he okay? Had something happened? Something in me tells me that Camila’s story about Lucia falling is all a sham. But as the hours dragged on, my concern changed into anger.He lied to me. He looked me in the eyes, kissed me, tol

Estella POVThe red material slipped from my fingers and fell onto the floor like a grenade I had just detonated. I stared at it, my stomach churning, bile rising in my throat. Slowly, I raised my gaze to Alejandro, my heart pounding with equal parts pain and fury. The man I thought I knew looked back at me with panic written all over his face“Why, Alejandro?” My voice trembled, but I kept my head high, refusing to let the tears fall. “What does this even mean?His hands flew up defensively, his jaw clenching. “Estella, I don’t know how it got there. You have to believe me—““Liar!” The word escaped before I could stop it, the word ripping out of me like a scream. “So that’s why you were away all day, huh? Right after asking me to marry you, you ran straight to her? You couldn’t even wait a fucking day!”His face darkened, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. “Don’t you fucking do that,” he snapped “I’m warning you Estella. How can you accuse of sleeping with her? I am not your e

Estella POVThe house was silent when I walked in,the sounds of my footsteps echoing down the empty halls. I didn’t go straight to our room. Instead, I lingered in the kitchen, staring blankly at the hot cup of tea Diane had left on the counter.I couldn’t bring myself to take a sip.When I finally forced my legs to move upstairs, I found everything back in its place. The closet doors were shut, the drawers neatly closed, and the bag I’d packed with such rage and pain was gone. My clothes had been folded and put back exactly where they belonged.I knew it was him.My chest tightened, a mixture of frustration and something far more painful. He’d done it not because he was dismissing my anger but because he wanted me to stay. It was so… him. Always trying to fix things in his own silent way.I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes scanning the room then the door, looking for a sign of him.Damn him.I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were puffy, my cheeks splotchy, and my lip