Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Even when Jayceon spoke to the waitstaff, his tone remained courteous and composed, as if he effortlessly held every situation in his grasp.

Jayceon was truly extraordinary.

Yet, despite his remarkable nature, he had married a woman he didn’t love. The inevitability of their divorce loomed quietly between them.

As they waited for their meal, Jayceon slid a small jewelry box across the table toward Arabella. “For our anniversary,” he said simply.

Arabella gave a slight nod and glanced at the box with an expression that was more distant than grateful. She clasped her water glass with both hands, as if anchoring herself.

She had carried feelings for Jayceon for twenty-two years, and they had been married for three.

But she understood better than anyone the icy distance that lay beneath his polished, gentle exterior.

In her younger years, she had been relentless in asking him for gifts.

Whenever he grew weary of her persistence, he would give her something, and she would proudly display it for days on end.

After her family’s financial ruin, her mother’s harsh words shattered her illusions.

Their fall from the heights of high society meant Arabella was now just an ordinary girl—no longer worthy of Jayceon’s attention.

From that moment forward, she never dared to act spoiled or request anything from him.

Still, despite the absence of love, Jayceon maintained the facade of a devoted husband.

Every year, without fail, he presented gifts on her birthday, Valentine’s Day, their anniversary, and even Women’s Day.

Noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Jayceon opened the box himself and carefully removed a diamond bracelet.

Arabella could tell immediately it was worth at least six figures.

He reached out to take her left hand and slip the bracelet onto her wrist.

She instinctively pulled back, but he held her hand firmly in place.

His gaze met hers, sharp and slightly probing. “You don’t like it?”

In the past, even a cheap hair tie from him would have filled her with joy for days.

Now, here he was, placing a dazzling diamond bracelet on her wrist—and she was resisting.

She shook her head gently. “It’s fine.”

He fastened the bracelet securely. “It looks beautiful on you.”

Arabella murmured, “Thank you.”

Jayceon’s brow furrowed.

Since she had learned to speak, Arabella had trailed after him, always asking for things.

No matter the price or value, she had accepted every gift with gratitude.

Now, after three years of marriage, she had mastered the art of keeping her distance.

She was probably still stung by the fact he had missed their anniversary because of Georgina.

He served her a plate of food. “Your favorite—dark chocolate mousse.”

Jayceon tugged irritably at his collar.

Just then, his phone lit up with a message.

He glanced at the screen briefly before silencing it.

He was about to pour more juice for Arabella when the phone buzzed again.

He hesitated, declined the call, and filled her glass.

But before he could set the pitcher down, the phone vibrated once more.

Their eyes met, and Jayceon’s expression darkened slightly.

Arabella’s gaze drifted to the constantly vibrating phone.

Having known Jayceon for years, she understood his usual behavior.

Even if something urgent arose, he would only receive one call from her.

If she didn’t get through, she might send multiple WhatsApp messages, but she never dared to call repeatedly.

That was the standard he expected from her.

Besides, she knew he was busy with countless business events and didn’t want to disturb him unnecessarily.

This caller was clearly the woman he could never forget.

Arabella saw the urgency flickering in his eyes—but there was no trace of anger.