Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

A sharp scream pierced the night as Camila, overwhelmed by panic, snatched up her phone and frantically dialed the police. The gravity of the situation had escalated so quickly that Samuel didn’t hesitate; he immediately sent a message to Jayceon, urgency clear in his words. After a brief pause, his fingers hovered over the screen before he typed out another message—this time to Arabella.

***

The night was heavy and still, yet inside Arabella, a storm raged uncontrollably. Her emotions surged like a tidal wave, leaving her utterly unmoored. At the edge of despair, when the thought of ending it all consumed her, the cold words of her husband—the man she had adored since childhood—echoed in her mind. He had told her, with chilling calmness, that if she died, it wouldn’t affect him in the slightest.

Lying on the bed, drained and numb, she felt as though hours had slipped by unnoticed. The darkness around her seemed to press closer, threatening to swallow her whole. But then, the faces of her parents and brother flashed through her mind, anchoring her to a fragile thread of hope. Summoning every ounce of willpower, Arabella forced herself upright. With trembling hands, she swallowed more than ten melatonin pills, seeking the solace of sleep to quiet the relentless storm inside her.

She switched off her phone, the silence a small comfort, and lay back down, whispering a desperate prayer to block out the avalanche of despair. She longed for just one peaceful night, free from the crushing weight of negativity that threatened to consume her.

There was a time when the Palmer family’s fortunes shone bright, and her entire world revolved around Jayceon. Even when their lives fell apart, Jayceon remained the sole constant in her heart. Now, with her last pillar of support broken and hurting, her thoughts still clung to him.

She felt like such a disappointment.

So weary.

The next morning, the relentless ticking of her biological clock pulled her from restless sleep. Arabella dragged herself out of bed, her movements sluggish but determined. She washed her face, carefully applied elegant makeup, and dressed in crisp, proper clothes. There was no room for self-pity today. Even if her heart ached unbearably, she had to keep moving forward.

She was no longer the young girl who chased after Jayceon, begging him for something as simple as a hair tie.

She was no longer the clingy woman who wore her love openly, always telling him she loved him and waiting patiently for his return from work.

From now on, she would be just herself.

The day before, Harrison had told her that a very special patient was expected, and she needed to stay alert. After completing all the preparations for Harrison’s clinic hours, Arabella finally powered on her phone.

Her screen flooded instantly with missed calls and messages, an overwhelming wave of notifications. Most had come early that morning—from Jayceon, Kimberly, and Samuel.

Her fingers tapped open Samuel’s message first, and it was then that Arabella learned Kimberly had confronted Georgina the night before.

Still, she knew a hard truth: healing begins within. No one else could rescue her. Only she could pull herself free.

Yet a flicker of worry stirred inside her. She hesitated, then dialed Kimberly’s number.

***

Suddenly, a sound came from the hospital room. Jayceon moved quickly inside.

Georgina’s composure wavered as she saw him enter. Ignoring the pain from her injuries, she rose from the bed and walked barefoot toward him. “Jay, I need to talk.”

He glanced at the nanny in the room, who immediately understood and left without a word.

Jayceon helped Georgina back onto the bed and pulled up a chair beside her. “You’re injured. You shouldn’t be up like this.”

Her face was pale, tears shimmering in her eyes.

“Jay,” she whispered, “Kim was venting her anger on your wife’s behalf. Your wife must hate me terribly now.”

Jayceon frowned, his expression serious. “Don’t worry. I’ll make them apologize to you.”

Georgina studied his face carefully.

“Jay, I never realized how deeply Kim and your wife misunderstood me. Kim called me a homewrecker, hit me, screamed at me, and accused me of spending your money… If even your sister hates me this much, then your wife… If she had been the one to confront me last night, I’m sure she would have destroyed me.”