Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Arabella closed the thick book she had been reading and announced quietly, “I’m starting a hospital internship.”

Kimberly’s eyes widened with concern. “You don’t have to do this,” she urged gently. “Jayceon may be difficult, but he’s generous. He even called me today just to check on you.”

Arabella’s gaze drifted away, avoiding Kimberly’s earnest look. She knew the money Jayceon provided wasn’t just kindness—it was a calculated exchange, a form of control wrapped in generosity. The weight of debt chained her tightly, though she couldn’t bring herself to confess that to Kimberly.

He was her brother, after all.

Not wanting to dwell on the topic, Arabella shifted the conversation. “I need something to focus on. My health check is coming up soon, and the internship starts Monday.”

Kimberly’s tone was firm. “I’m going with you.”

On the morning of the physical exam, Arabella deliberately skipped breakfast. Kimberly, worried about her sister’s hypoglycemia, trailed behind her through the sterile hospital corridors, clutching a thermos of warm tea.

After enduring over an hour of tests, Arabella finally stepped out of the examination room. Kimberly, holding a thick folder of medical reports, emerged from the elevator alongside her.

“You should sit down and eat something,” Kimberly suggested, concern etched across her face.

Suddenly, a small boy darted through the hallway, colliding with Kimberly. The medical forms and thermos slipped from her grasp, scattering across the floor. The thermos rolled until it stopped against a nearby trash bin.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” Kimberly called after the child, frustration clear in her voice.

“Let it go, Kim,” Arabella said softly, placing a calming hand on her sister’s arm.

Nearby, a woman waiting for the elevator froze at the sound of Kimberly’s name. Her eyes scanned the two women before settling on Arabella. She recognized her instantly—Arabella was the woman she had glimpsed behind Jayceon’s back.

A knowing smile crossed her face as she thought, *That’s her. No wonder Jayceon has been so guarded, even after my hints. Arabella has an innocent charm that’s impossible for any man to resist.*

With calm purpose, the woman approached, deliberately ignoring Arabella. She bent down, gathered the scattered papers, and handed them back to Kimberly.

“Excuse me,” she began, her voice curious yet polite. “Are you related to the Melendez family?”

Kimberly took the forms, glancing at Arabella, sensing something was off.

“You know me?” Kimberly asked, suspicion creeping into her tone.

The woman smiled, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear with her left hand, her eyes flickering briefly to Arabella. “I overheard someone call you ‘Kim.’ It reminded me of a friend’s sister with the same name, so I thought I’d ask.”

Arabella’s face paled gradually. From the woman’s posture and hairstyle, she had her suspicions. But when the woman mentioned the Melendez name, unease settled deep in her chest. Then she spotted the diamond bracelet glinting on the woman’s wrist—an unmistakable sign.

This was Georgina—the woman Jayceon loved and never forgot.

Arabella stood frozen, momentarily paralyzed by the sudden confrontation.

Kimberly studied the woman carefully. “Yes, I am Kimberly Melendez. And you are?”

Georgina’s polite smile remained steady as she met Arabella’s eyes. “I’m a friend of your brother’s. Georgina Carrillo.”

A sharp pang stabbed at Arabella’s chest.

The carefully built dam holding back her emotions shattered, and she sank onto a nearby bench, utterly defeated.

“Why didn’t you slap her?” Kimberly whispered, voice thick with concern.

Tears welled up in Arabella’s eyes, her lips trembling as she tried to speak. “I…”

She stopped herself, recalling Kimberly’s impulsive nature, and fell silent.

Before Arabella could intervene, Kimberly steadied her, set down her bag, and strode determinedly after Georgina.

Arabella hurried to follow.

Kimberly caught up to Georgina by the elevator.

“Ms. Melendez? Is there something else?” Georgina asked, pausing.

Wearing a painfully forced smile, Kimberly said, “Ms. Carrillo, judging by your style, you must come from a very good family. Which one might that be? I’d love to be friends.”

Georgina’s fingers dug into her palms, the weight of her reality pressing down. Everything she had—her clothes, her meals—was thanks to Jayceon’s generosity.

Her humble origins had never been a secret to the Melendez family when she and Jayceon dated six years ago.