Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Jayceon’s eyes narrowed slightly, the sharpness in his gaze cutting through the tense air. “Arabella, I am the heir to the Melendez Group. Do you honestly believe it’s fitting for my in-laws to be living in government relocation housing?”

She met his intense look without flinching. “We don’t want to owe you anything anymore,” she replied quietly but firmly.

He countered with a hint of bitterness, “Hasn’t your family been in my debt for years already?”

Their eyes locked in a silent battle, the atmosphere thickening with unspoken pain and frustration.

Arabella’s pride took a blow, and she quickly averted her gaze, unable to bear the weight of that humiliation.

A long, heavy silence stretched between them before Jayceon exhaled slowly.

“Arabella,” he began, his voice steady but softening, “as long as you remain my wife—even if it’s just for one day—you have full access to everything I own. My resources, my wealth, everything.”

Her fragile composure finally crumbled. “I don’t want your money anymore! I want a divorce!” she declared, her voice trembling with emotion.

Jayceon’s expression remained unreadable, not even the slightest flicker of surprise or anger crossing his face.

Calmly, he responded, “The divorce papers are ready whenever you are. Just bring me the 150 million dollars.”

Arabella buried her face in her arms, the weight of their shared past pressing down on her. They had grown up side by side, she had loved him for two decades, and they had been married for three years. Yet despite all that, he still pushed her away, still caused her pain.

He showed no sign of regret or sorrow, and it was clear he was ready to end their marriage without hesitation.

Her heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces, but no tears came. The emptiness inside was too deep for even crying.

Jayceon’s gaze remained fixed on her, complicated and unreadable. “You saw Gina, didn’t you?” he asked quietly.

Arabella lifted her head, meeting his sharp, probing eyes.

His tone hardened. “What did you say to her?”

In his eyes, she saw a flicker of concern, but it was concern only for Georgina. That realization hit her like a physical blow.

She pushed herself up onto her knees and shoved him away with sudden force, her voice rising sharply. “What right do you have to question me, Jayceon? Are you speaking as my husband or as her lover?”

His brow creased in frustration. “I warned you not to approach her, Arabella.”

“I didn’t go looking for her!” she snapped back, her chest tightening with anger and hurt.

“Do you understand that she almost had a serious breakdown because of you?” Jayceon shot back, his voice sharp.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. She had simply run into Gina at the hospital and exchanged a brief greeting. That was all.

The fight drained out of her, leaving her sinking back onto the mattress with a defeated sigh. “So you dropped everything and flew back overnight because you were worried about Georgina?”

Jayceon stood, irritation radiating from him in waves. He looked down at her from beside the bed. “I know your temper, Arabella. Gina is fragile. She can’t handle stress. She has a child to care for. I don’t want to see this situation repeat itself.”

Arabella grabbed a pillow and flung it at him with a fierce yell. “You bastard!”

Jayceon tensed in pain but didn’t pull away.

Only when the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth did Arabella finally release him.

“If you’re done, lie down. I’ll get you some water,” he said softly.

He helped her settle back onto the bed, then went to fetch a glass of water, holding it up for her to rinse her mouth.

Though the storm of anger had passed, a hollow numbness lingered inside her.

She rinsed her mouth and closed her eyes, but silent tears continued to fall.

This had become their pattern now.

After every fight since his betrayal was revealed, he would push her to the brink, then either step in to care for her or simply walk away without a word.

He never explained himself, never apologized. It was as if this was just a cold, necessary duty.

After tidying the room, Jayceon climbed into bed and switched off the light.

He reached out for her, but Arabella instinctively pushed his arm away.

He paused for a moment, then turned over, presenting her with his back.

That small, deliberate rejection stung deeply, reopening wounds that had barely begun to heal.