Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Jayceon held Arabella tightly, refusing to release his grip as he tried to calm her trembling form. “Arabella, please. Stop this. It’s not what you think,” he urged softly, his voice laced with urgency.

But Arabella’s body betrayed her—she retched violently, the tension overwhelming her.

Without hesitation, Jayceon bent down, gently lifting her into his arms. Carrying her carefully, he made his way to the bathroom. Arabella leaned over the toilet, dry heaving, her face pale and strained.

Jayceon watched her closely, a swirl of emotions crossing his face—concern, confusion, and something deeper he struggled to hide.

He had always been meticulous about precautions during their recent encounters. There was no way she could be pregnant. Yet, Arabella had longed for a child with him, a dream he had never shared.

Could she have acted without telling him? The thought gnawed at him.

Wanting to be certain, Jayceon ordered a pregnancy test from a nearby pharmacy, arranging for it to be delivered immediately.

When the test arrived, he handed it to Arabella with a quiet command, “Take it. Find out.”

She accepted it, her fingers trembling slightly as she held the small plastic stick.

In that moment, the harsh truth settled in—he didn’t want her to carry his child. His constant caution, his fear of an unplanned pregnancy, was undeniable.

Minutes later, Arabella emerged from the bathroom, handing the test back to him without a word.

“Don’t worry,” she said, her tone cold and resolute. “Even if I did get pregnant by accident, I’d have an abortion. No one’s going to compete with your woman’s son for the inheritance.”

Jayceon glanced down at the test, then up into her eyes, his brow knitting in confusion. “You really don’t want to have a child with me?”

She wasn’t pregnant, but the nausea had stemmed from something far more bitter—disgust. Disgust at him.

A bitter irony settled over Arabella. It was he who didn’t want a child. Not her.

“Let me know when you have time,” she said, turning toward the door without sparing him another glance.

Jayceon tossed the test into the trash and stepped in front of her, blocking her escape. “It’s the middle of the night, and the rain’s pouring down. Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Arabella met his gaze, her expression blank but her words sharp as knives. “Anywhere—just as long as it means I can divorce you.”

They stood locked in silence for a moment before Jayceon asked quietly, “Are you sure?”

Arabella’s eyes burned with determination as she met his stare. “Absolutely.”

The last few days had been a torment unlike any she had ever known—like living in a personal hell.

The searing pain of betrayal by someone she once loved had nearly shattered her completely.

If she stayed, she was certain she would wither away and die.

A cold, humorless laugh escaped Jayceon’s throat.

Arabella blinked, startled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His voice was icy and resolute. “Arabella, can you even afford to divorce me?”

Her body froze, the question hitting her like a blow.

Without another word, Jayceon closed the front door firmly, took the suitcase from her grasp, and led her through the other entrance toward the living room.

Reaching out for her hand, he paused when he noticed the wedding ring resting on the dresser.

Silently, Jayceon picked it up and gently slid it back onto her finger.

As Arabella tried to remove it again, he gripped her wrist firmly, stopping her.

“Arabella,” he said softly but firmly, “marriage isn’t a game. You chose to marry me. Deciding to divorce isn’t something you get to do alone.”

Arabella was beyond caring now. “Jayceon, I’m getting this divorce no matter what. I know the Palmer family owes you. I’ll pay it back later.”

Slowly, Jayceon released her wrist and took a few steps back, sitting on the foot of the bed.

His eyes locked on hers, his voice dripping with dismissiveness. “With what?”

They stared at each other. Arabella’s expression was raw and wounded.

She had married Jayceon fresh out of college, agreeing to be a stay-at-home wife.

Over the years, he had supported her, her parents, and her brother.

At this moment, she truly had no way to repay him.

Jayceon stood and moved closer to her.

Placing one hand on the vanity’s edge and the other on the back of her chair, he effectively trapped her.

“Arabella,” he said quietly, “if you can’t see clearly, let me do the math for you.”