Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Tabitha had endured the painful sting of her husband’s betrayal from a young age. She knew all too well the deep wounds infidelity could inflict—more intimately than anyone else could understand.

For the sake of Kimberly and Jayceon, and to protect the delicate balance between their families, she had forced herself to bear the unbearable.

When Conrad was exposed for cheating, he severed all ties with his mistress without hesitation and returned to Tabitha’s side. He never once acknowledged the existence of the child born from his indiscretion.

Yet, beneath that cold and ruthless exterior, nothing about him had truly changed.

The Melendez men were always composed and calculating, driven solely by power and advantage.

Chester was like that. Conrad was like that.

And now, the son she had raised was cut from the same cloth.

Tabitha had watched Arabella grow up—still a young woman with so much ahead of her. She desperately wanted Arabella to find happiness.

As a woman, she felt she should let Arabella make her own choices and move on.

But as a mother, she feared seeing Jayceon’s marriage crumble.

With no other options left, Tabitha returned to Jayceon’s house that evening.

He was still awake, sitting quietly in the dimly lit living room. A flicker of hope stirred within her. “Tomorrow’s the weekend,” she said gently. “Why don’t we visit the Palmers? Take some gifts, apologize to Arabella’s parents, explain everything clearly, and bring Arabella home.”

Jayceon looked worn and exhausted, the sleepless nights etched deep into his face. “Mom, I’ll handle things with Arabella. Don’t worry,” he replied in a low voice.

Kimberly, standing nearby, stomped her foot in frustration. “Jay, Arabella wants a divorce!”

Jayceon’s expression stiffened, his features hardening as if the words had frozen him in place.

But then he composed himself and warned Kimberly sharply, “Kim, you’re not a child anymore. Stop talking nonsense.”

Arabella had been staying at her parents’ house for two days now.

She glanced at the calendar—it was already mid-June, the rainy season settling in.

Stepping outside her neighborhood just after the rain had stopped, she noticed how the downpour had washed the world into muted shades of gray.

The air was thick and damp, heavy with the scent of wet earth and lingering moisture.

Arabella waited deliberately until Monday, when Jayceon would be at work, to return and pack her belongings.

Though she was not the one who had betrayed their marriage, she no longer knew how to face him.

Whether she confronted him with anger or held her silence, whether she caused a scene or walked away quietly, the outcome would remain the same.

It was better to preserve the last shred of dignity between them.

Without hesitation, she threw both shirts into the trash bin.

For three years, no matter how much she had pleaded or begged, Jayceon had never worn the matching shirt once.

Lost in thought for a moment, Arabella then made a call to hire a few cleaners.

She instructed them to thoroughly clean the entire 600-square-meter duplex.

She wanted to erase every trace of herself from the house.

One cleaner, unable to hide her sympathy, asked quietly, “Ma’am, should we throw away the wedding photos, too?”

Arabella’s voice was firm and resolute. “Yes.”

By late afternoon, after paying the cleaners and watching them haul away the discarded memories, Arabella finally felt a slight ease in her chest.

She placed her suitcase near the entrance and sent Jayceon a WhatsApp message.

Jayceon saw the message but didn’t respond right away.

Since Arabella had calmed down and come home on her own, he decided to let the matter drop. He could pretend it was over.

Just then, Steve entered the room. “Mr. Melendez, the car is ready.”