Jason scooped Estre up in his arms and headed for the bathroom after her gentle reminder.
Exhausted, Estrey sprawled across the bed, her thoughts racing. They’d been having sex for quite
some time now, and by all ounts, there should have been some sign of pregnancy. Plus, her period
was due any day, yet there was no sign of it.
The usually carefree Estre felt her heart leap to her throat at the thought. Could she
be…?
The possibility of being pregnant sent Estre’s mind into overdrive, plotting out their future in rapid
session.
Jason sat beside her, noticing her unusual silence. “Asleep yet?” he asked, pinching the back of her
neck.
“Not yet,” Estre turned to face him.
“Come, sit with me,” Jason patted the space beside him.
Reaching for some clothes, Estre was met with Jason’s teasing objection. “Seen it all before, haven’t
I?”
“Can’t a girl be cold?” Estre shot back with a re that couldn’t hide her vulnerability.
Jason chuckled at her defiant look, and she dressed and sat up.
As Estre tied her hair up with a scrunchie, she knew it was time to have a serious talk
about their future.
Jason lit a cigarette, but he promptly snuffed it out at Estre’s sidelong nce. “Estre,” he began,
then fell silent.
Yawning, she teased, “If you’ve got nothing to say, I’m off to sleep.”
Just as Estre was about to lie back down, Jason’s stern gaze had her sitting up straight again.
“Alright, alright, I’m sitting,” she grumbled internally. Was she supposed to y the doting wife without
so much as a “please?”
As she sat up, Jason pulled out an exquisite little box from the nightstand and offered it to her. Estre
didn’t take it right away, staring at him instead. She knew Jason wasn’t the romantic type. There had to
be a reason for this sudden gift, or else her nerves would get the better of her.
When she didn’t immediately take the box, Jason exined, “I’ve had this ring for a while now, just
waiting for the right moment to give it to you.”
With that, Estre understood. He was offering a bted wedding ring. Though they’d been getting
along, it didn’t erase their past. After the wedding banquet was canceled and
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they were left with a marriage certificate, Estre spent that night alone in the Sandalwood Oasis.
?ince then, she hadn’t once dreamed of rings, wedding photos, or ceremonies. All those dreams had
faded the day she was left behind.
Staring at the box, Estre teased with augh, “What, I wasn’t good enough before?”
Jason’s expression darkened, so Estre quickly grabbed the box. “I’ll take it. Who am I to say no?”
She wasn’t one to quarrel or embarrass anyone unless pushed too far.
Taking the box from Jason, Estre didn’t open it right away. Instead, she turned to ce it on the
nightstand.
“You’re not going to look?” Jason asked.
Opening the box, Estre admired the ring. The diamond was no ostentatious rock but a tasteful, well-
sized diamond set in a simple tinum band. The craftsmanship was uplicated, but the taste was
impable, and the value was undeniable.
As she gazed at the ring, memories of their shared past shed through her mind like scenes from a
movie.
–
“Jason, my leg hurts, carry me.”
– “Jason, I didn’t finish my homework. What do I do?”
– “Jason, slow down! I can’t keep up!”
– “Jason, your car’s backseat must be reallyfy, huh!”
– “Jason, who do you think you are?”
– “Jason, we’re even now.”
– “Don’t ever think about having my kids.”
Estre mused that if Holly were still here, she wouldn’t be part of the picture. Yet, fate had
a way of intertwining their lives once more through the words of fortune tellers.
As the past receded, Estre looked at the ring and smiled. “It’s beautiful.”
Staring at the ring on her finger, Estre felt a pang of irony. This marriage, her rtionship with Jason,
even this ring-everything felt like she had forced it into
existence.
Landon had been the one to propose the match to the Dorvold family. Though Jason had agreed, his
two years of silence had given Estre the impression that she was nothing but a shameless woman. In
truth, when he had pped her, she had braced herself for a life without him.
“Nice,” she said. As she was about to put the ring aside, Jason took it and the box, catching her off
guard.
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He then took the ring out, grasped her left hand, and slid it onto her ring finger. The fit was perfect, and
Estre’s hands were slender,plementing the ring as if they were made for each other. She had no
doubts about Jason’s taste in aesthetics.
With a ring suddenly adorning her finger, Estre felt a bit out of sorts, as if she was truly a married
woman now and no longer free to flirt with abandon.
Feeling the weight of the ring, Estre’s hand trembled, and Jason released her. “Remember, you’re a
married woman now. Don’t forget it,” he said.
Estre simply smiled.
So, this ring was like a little nudge for her to remember who she was when she was out and about. To
keep her from hanging around ces like massage parlors, huh?
Swiveling her head towards Jason, Estre smirked and said, “Pot calling the kettle ck.” Both of
them were cut from the same cloth, neither in a position to throw stones.
With that, Estrezily slipped under the covers, tugging the duvet to cocoon herself. Jason slid into
bed behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Estre nced back at him and muttered a dry
“Thanks.” She quickly added, “But don’t expect anything in return, okay?”
Two years into their marriage, and this was the first gift she’d ever received from Jason.
“It kind of stings,” Estre thought. Probably, no wife had ever felt as awkward about it as she did, so
she figured she’d let the whole idea of reciprocating slide. Besides, the ring hade toote to mean
much of anything now!
“Jason, where the heck is your hand wandering off to now? Haven’t you had enough? What, did you
pop some pills or something?”