Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Georgina perched on the edge of the bed, her back facing the door. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Jayceon’s waist, and her face was buried deep in his chest. Her long hair cascaded over his arm, soft and warm.

Even from behind, Arabella could see that Georgina was undeniably beautiful.

Slowly, Georgina rose and slipped her arms around Jayceon’s neck. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Jay, can’t you stay with me tonight?”

So, they were already this close—intimately connected in a way that stung Arabella’s heart.

As Jayceon gently pried Georgina’s arms from his neck, Arabella’s eyes caught the glint of a bracelet on Georgina’s wrist. The diamonds sparkled with a brilliance that cut through her like a knife.

She slowly lifted her own left hand to examine the bracelet she wore. The two bracelets were identical.

That compliment—“It looks beautiful”—was never meant for her. It was meant for the bracelet, and for the love Jayceon had once promised, a love she now realized was unforgettable to him.

Her mind went numb. The conversation around her faded into silence.

Blinded by a surge of anger and heartbreak, Arabella ripped the bracelet from her wrist and flung it aside.

Stumbling away from the door, she collapsed into a quiet, forgotten corner of the room, overwhelmed by a crushing sense of loss and despair.

It felt as if she were dying right there.

In a daze, she made her way home.

By the time her tears dried, her thoughts cleared, but her body remained drained and heavy.

After a long, hot shower, she tried to switch on the hair dryer, but her fingers were too stiff and uncooperative to press the button.

She lay still in bed, her eyes dry and red-rimmed, silently bearing the weight of her pain and bitterness.

As an adult, she knew she had to keep her emotions locked away. Any moments of weakness—tears, breakdowns—were to be reserved for when she was utterly alone.

Once her mother was discharged from the hospital, she planned to end this marriage.

The mere thought of divorcing Jayceon in just a few days sent shivers down her spine.

That lonely night, overwhelmed by the storm of emotions inside her, Arabella curled up, face buried in her hands, and sobbed helplessly.

In the stillness of the quiet room, she looked small, fragile, and utterly lost.

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At the hospital, after calming Georgina, Jayceon headed toward the nurses’ station to get a thermometer. A small group of nurses were chatting together.

His eyes immediately narrowed when he noticed a diamond bracelet in one nurse’s hand.

He stepped forward and took it, carefully inspecting the engraving on the inside.

When he confirmed it was the bracelet he had given Arabella, his heart sank deeply.

“How did you get this?” he demanded, voice low but intense.

Arabella was always particular about her gifts.

She was truly upset.

He moved wearily into the dark bedroom. The pale light from the window barely illuminated the room as he switched on the bedside lamp.

Arabella had unconsciously buried her face into the pillow.

Jayceon sat on the edge of the bed and gently brushed her hair away from her forehead, checking if she was asleep.

But she kept her face hidden beneath the thin blanket.

After a moment, he stood and went into the bathroom.

As the sound of running water filled the room, Arabella slowly opened her eyes.

Her damp lashes fluttered as she pulled the blanket back over her head.

Jayceon emerged wearing a dark robe, his hair still damp.

He leaned over the bed to check on her once more. Seeing her asleep, he switched off the light and retreated to his study.

Alone in the darkened room, he stood by the window, lit a cigarette, and held up the diamond bracelet.

She couldn’t have found out.

If she had, she would have made a scene, ensuring that no one could find peace.

It had to be a coincidence that the bracelet was discovered on the 13th floor.