The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204 Traces

But after Estella left, Nathaniel often felt a stabbing ache in his chest.

It was as if the most vital piece of him had been torn away, and he was desperate to get it back. Desperate to get her back.

And yet, no matter what he did, why did it only push Estella further and further away?

Estella stopped by the hospital. Seeing her mother sleeping peacefully, and no trace of Nathaniel’s people around, she finally felt at ease.

She sat in the corridor until nearly eleven. Only when her phone chimed did she stir.

It was a message from Jonathan:

“I’m flying out to Green Island tonight. Just happened to run into a celebrity at the airport wasn’t she the one you said you admire? I got you an autograph.”

Estella opened the photo and burst into a smile.

It was Eileen her idol since childhood

smiling alongside her signed picture.

She shook her head in disbelief. That stern, quiet man had actually gone out of his way to squeeze through a crowd just to get her a signature.

“She’s still a huge star. That couldn’t have been easy.”

Jonathan: “It wasn’t. I squeezed in with a bunch of middle-aged fans. Luckily everyone was polite — no screaming, no shoving. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared get close.”

The bitterness Nathaniel had left in her heart slowly faded. She typed back, teasing: “If only I could see her in concert. Do you know how impossible those tickets are to get?”

Jonathan: “Then I’ll get them for you next time.”

Estella: “Deal. When you’re back, dinner’s on me.”

Jonathan: “All right.”

Meanwhile, Isabelle had arranged to meet Nathaniel for wedding photos.

He forced a smile and went along.

The studio turned out to be the same one he had once taken Estella to.

As Isabelle twirled happily in gowns, Nathaniel’s mind replayed Estella’s stiff resistance, her cold expression.

If Estella still loved him, wouldn’t she have been just as radiant as Isabelle was now?

Isabelle tried several dresses, turning to him each time. “Do I look good?”

Nathaniel gave distracted, half-hearted replies.

She noticed. A flicker of unhappiness crossed her face, but she swallowed it down. They were marrying soon. She couldn’t ruin things now.

“Nathaniel, I’ll pick one gown for now. Let’s try some photos here. If it looks good, we’ll bring it with us to Muldovia for the shoot.”

He nodded. “Whatever you want.”

The photographer set them up. Isabelle clung to his arm, beaming. Nathaniel’s smile looked pasted on.

The man behind the lens couldn’t help thinking

—

hadn’t this groom come in before? Different bride, though. Still, he kept his mouth shut. Rich people, he thought. Always playing games.

When the session ended, Isabelle rushed to see the photos.

Nathaniel slouched on the sofa, bored.

As the files opened, Isabelle’s eyes suddenly caught another set.

She snatched the mouse and began scrolling.

There they were –

Nathaniel and Estella, side by side in wedding clothes.

Her stomach twisted with jealousy.

So he had kept seeing Estella. That shameless woman, pretending she was done with him while still sneaking around.

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