Chater 930


    Cars were zooming down the wide road.


    Jonathan’s heart was racing, thoughts shing through his mind as fast as the rapidly changing


    scenery before him. He tried to keep a lid on his panic, but the fear had already spread through his


    body, beyond his control. It was as if a had dropped down over his head, trapping him with no way


    out.


    Ever since he saw that marriage certificate, he knew things had gotten out of hand. He had to find


    Estelle and hear everything straight from her!


    He kept dialing Estelle’s number, but her phone was always off, and Manley’s phone had been


    unreachable since he hung up.


    The whole of J City had turned into a cage full of unknowns, and he felt like an animal trapped inside,


    unable to find an exit.


    Finally, his car pulled up to Vi del Sol.


    Vi del Sol was his own design, and he hadn’t been back since he got hitched to the Macin family.


    But he knew his wife Estelle had lived here for three years, up until their divorcest year. Wilma had


    told him she’d moved out.


    At Vi del Sol, a Samoyed dog was lying on thewn. As soon as it saw him, it stood up alertly, then


    seemed to freeze, staring at him.


    He strode in, and Wilma and Mr. Wagner both came out.


    “Mr. Lamont, long time no see!” Wilma said cheerfully.


    Jonathan looked at the vi that felt both familiar and strange. Had Estelle really lived here for three


    years? Was that Estelle the same Estelle who was with him? Why did everything feel so unbelievable?


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    “Estelle,” Jonathan started in a low voice, “has shee back since she moved out?”


    “Yes, she did!” Wilma answered instantly. “She oftenes back to visit us and Max.”


    “Max?” Jonathan nced at the dog trailing behind him.


    He vaguely remembered asking Estelle if she had a dog. She’d said yes, she had a dog named Max.


    “Which room did she stay in?” Jonathan asked.


    “In the one upstairs near the west corridor. I’ll take you there!” Wilma led Jonathan up the stairs.


    Wilma was puzzled. Estelle and Mr. Lamont had been divorced for a year. Why was he suddenly


    asking about her?


    Pushing the door open, everything in the room was as Estelle had left it. Wilma often came to clean


    and change the sheets, and the cabs and floor were spotless.


    Jonathan slowly walked in, finding it all so surreal.


    How could Estelle be his wife?


    Suddenly, his gazended on the couch on the balcony. It was the same as the one in his house, even


    the cab next to it was identical. He began to believe that/ Estelle really had lived here, and his


    unease grew.


    “How long did she live here?” Jonathan asked.


    “About three years.” Wilma said.


    “What did she usually do?” Jonathan continued.


    “Estelle’s life was actually quite simple. She would go to ss every day,e back to spend time with


    Max or do homework. If she had time in the morning or evening, she would go for a run. Oh, and she


    really loved sweets. She often went to the dessert shop on the corner of Maple Street. She was good


    friends with a girl there named Emily.” Wilma said.


    Emily.


    Jonathan’s heart clenched.


    No more doubts. The woman he married was Estelle!


    Why had she kept it a secret from him? Why had she appeared before him as a stranger?


    So many questions, like fog in front of him, obscured his vision. Some things seemed clear, but when


    he tried to think it through, it was all a haze.