Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

The insult was unmistakably intentional.

“You’re flattering me,” Georgina said, forcing a tight smile. “I come from a very ordinary background.”

Kimberly didn’t let up, folding her arms with an air of curiosity. “Then your in-laws must be quite wealthy! Which well-known family did you marry into? I might actually know them.”

Georgina’s gaze flickered nervously toward Arabella, her calm facade beginning to crumble. “Ms. Melendez, I’m not married.”

The words struck Arabella like a sudden, harsh blow. She felt unsteady, as if the room had shifted beneath her feet.

Georgina wasn’t married, yet she had a five-year-old son.

That child could only be Jayceon’s.

Kimberly put on a show of admiration, giving a thumbs-up. “So impressive! What do you do for a living? Let’s be friends—I really respect women who make their own way and don’t depend on men.”

Georgina, thoroughly humiliated, cast a quick glance at Arabella before hastily turning away.

“I really must be going,” she murmured, head bowed low as she practically rushed toward the elevator.

Before Kimberly could follow, Arabella stepped in to block her path.

“I didn’t even get a chance to slap her!” Kimberly exclaimed, stomping her foot in frustration.

Arabella’s complexion had drained of color as she pulled Kimberly aside gently.

“Kim, I know you were trying to defend me,” she said softly, “but hitting her won’t change a thing. Your brother is back with her. He loves her. He loves their child. If he found out what you did, he’d be furious—and heartbroken. Please, just let it go.”

Kimberly searched Arabella’s face, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper. “Arabella, are you really giving up on my brother?”

Before this, if any woman even came near Jayceon, Arabella would have seen her as a threat and fought fiercely to drive her away.

Yet now, the woman who was her husband’s mistress stood right in front of her, and Arabella remained silent.

If she wasn’t preparing to let go, how could she possibly not fight back?

Arabella said nothing.

Jayceon had been the one to walk away first.

Seeking refuge from the storm inside her heart, she buried herself in her medical studies at home.

The price for a divorce was a staggering 150 million dollars.

The amount felt overwhelming, almost impossible to reach.

Monday arrived, bringing with it her new role as Harrison’s assistant at the hospital.

On her first day, she met several colleagues and laid out her goals for this new chapter in her life.

That evening, she found solace in her parents’ new apartment.

Though small, it was warm and inviting.

She shared dinner with them, enjoying light conversation before returning to the marital home she still shared with Jayceon.

All her study materials were there, and she needed to review them.

In her happiest moments, she had told him how much she loved him—how she needed him to hold her every night or she would simply die of sadness.

But since discovering his affair, most nights had been spent alone, restless and aching.

Yet here she was. Still alive. Still enduring.

No one was truly irreplaceable to another.

Even though she loved Jayceon with all her heart, she could face the pain with clear eyes as she prepared to leave him.

Jayceon emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in dark sleepwear.

Arabella stayed on the bed, her gaze distant and unfocused.

His eyes landed on the stack of medical textbooks resting on the nightstand.

He reached out, flipping through a few pages.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, his voice was calm but difficult to read. “Why the sudden dive back into medical books?”

Arabella didn’t respond immediately.

He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Would you like me to arrange a transfer to a less demanding department?”

She shook her head slowly. “My parents moved out of the downtown apartment. It’s been cleaned, and the passcode is still the same. They asked me to tell you to take it back.”

Jayceon showed little reaction. “Where did they move to?”

“Somewhere near Crestwater Boulevard,” she answered honestly, seeing no reason to hide it. “It’s closer to the factory where my dad works.”