Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 295

**Chapter 295**

In the days that followed, Jayceon found himself enveloped in a whirlwind of activity. His schedule was packed to the brim, yet amidst the chaos, his thoughts frequently drifted to Arabella. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Her demeanor had shifted in recent days; she seemed to harbor an unspoken fear of him, a palpable tension hanging in the air whenever they were in proximity.

Each morning, she left for work and returned home with the precision of a metronome, yet the atmosphere between them felt charged with unacknowledged emotions. She had effectively barricaded herself in the master bedroom, treating him as if he were a threat rather than her husband. It was as if she were guarding herself against a predator lurking in the shadows, and the realization stung Jayceon deeply.

As dawn broke on Friday, Jayceon stood outside Arabella’s room, anticipation coursing through him. He could hear the soft rustle of her movements inside, and he felt an urge to bridge the chasm that had formed between them. When she finally emerged, he seized the moment. “Tomorrow’s a day off,” he said, his voice steady. “I’ll accompany you to see your parents and bring them some supplements.”

Arabella’s response was immediate and sharp. “My parents don’t want to see you!” she retorted, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

In a reflexive motion, Jayceon wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her close, hoping to break through the icy barrier she had erected. Just as she instinctively pushed against him, their eyes locked. Arabella’s heart raced, a tumult of emotions swirling within her as she met his intense gaze.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Jayceon’s phone buzzed, shattering the moment. He reluctantly released her and turned his attention to the call. Arabella strained to hear the voice on the other end, recognizing it as Steve’s. “Mr. Melendez, the ten-billion-dollar project you just secured has been taken by someone else,” Steve informed him, his tone grave.

Arabella couldn’t help but murmur to herself, “Who has the audacity to snatch a ten-billion-dollar project from Melendez Corp.?” The question lingered in her mind, a mix of curiosity and dread.

Jayceon’s expression darkened as he turned back to her, the weight of the news settling heavily on his shoulders. “Ten in the morning, in the CEO’s office at the Melendez Group,” he stated, his voice low and determined.

Steve continued, “Mr. Melendez, the competitor is one of Julian’s men.”

Jayceon’s fingers drummed against the surface of his desk, a rhythmic display of his growing frustration. “Get the car ready. We’re going to Vance Manor,” he commanded, his voice firm.

Steve froze momentarily, taken aback. “…The Chairman and his wife are already at Vance Manor,” he replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Jayceon leaned back in his chair, weariness etched across his features. After a brief moment of contemplation, he instructed, “Prepare everything. We’re flying to the US this afternoon.” The determination in his voice was unmistakable; he was resolute in reclaiming the project that had slipped through his fingers.

Meanwhile, at Vance Manor, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Theodore’s expression was a mixture of disbelief and disappointment as he processed the news that his grandson had unscrupulously taken a ten-billion-dollar project from the Melendez family. “Is this true?” he demanded, his voice carrying an edge of authority.

Once they were gone, Theodore slammed his cane down in frustration. “You bastard!” he shouted, his anger palpable.

Julian deftly caught Theodore’s cane mid-swing, his grip firm. “Grandpa, it won’t come to making enemies with The Eight Great Clans. But as long as Jayceon continues to delay the divorce, I’m going to seize every single one of his projects,” he declared, his voice resolute.

Theodore’s foot stomped against the ground, his cane tapping with urgency. “That Palmer girl is your nephew’s wife!” he exclaimed, disbelief etched across his features.

Julian offered a reassuring pat on Theodore’s stomach. “Grandpa, I know.”

Over an hour later, Jayceon found himself back in the CEO’s office at the Melendez Group, the weight of the world on his shoulders. He turned to his parents, his brow furrowed with concern. “What did Julian say?” he inquired, seeking clarity amidst the chaos.

Tabitha sighed, her expression one of frustration. “Jay, Mom really doesn’t understand why you won’t just divorce Arabella. Aren’t you supposed to be a master strategist? Aren’t you good at weighing the pros and cons? Now even outsiders are siding with Arabella. How much more do you want the Melendez family to lose?”

Jayceon’s resolve hardened. “Mom, I got to where I am today and can handle those old foxes on the board because I have my ways. I’ve dealt with competitors like Julian before. If Julian insists on competing with the Melendez family, I’m ready for him.” After a brief pause, he added, “But a divorce? I won’t agree to it.”