Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The following morning, Arabella was preparing to carry breakfast up to her parents when Jayceon emerged from the dressing room, fully dressed and ready for the day. She felt no urge to engage with him and instead reached for her phone, intent on leaving quietly.

Before she could slip away, Jayceon’s hand closed firmly around her wrist. “Where’s the bracelet? You’re not wearing it,” he asked, his tone calm but probing.

Arabella glanced down at her bare wrist, her voice barely above a whisper, rough with emotion. “I don’t know. Maybe I lost it.”

He didn’t respond to the strain in her voice, instead watching her intently. “I saw Emmie last night,” he said casually, as if testing her.

Only then did Arabella realize he was fishing for the truth.

She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, and met his gaze. “After we parted ways last night, I went to the hospital to check on Mom. Emmie told me you were on the 13th floor. I searched for you there but didn’t find you, so I came back home.”

Jayceon pulled the bracelet from his pocket and held it out. “You dropped this at the hospital. I brought it back.”

He carefully avoided explaining why he had been there himself.

As he reached to slip the bracelet back onto her wrist, Arabella jerked her hand away. “I don’t want it,” she said firmly.

For once, Jayceon tried to be patient. “Just wear it for now. When things settle down, I’ll take you to choose one you truly like.”

But Arabella felt her mind unraveling. The weight of all her suppressed pain and bitterness was too much to bear.

Almost instantly, she crumpled. “I said I don’t want it! I don’t want it! I don’t want it!” she cried.

“If it’s not one-of-a-kind, I don’t want it! And if I’m not your one-and-only, then I don’t want you either!”

Surprisingly, Jayceon felt a strange sense of relief at her outburst.

Arabella had always been spoiled, throwing tantrums whenever things didn’t go her way. This time, she was simply upset that the gift wasn’t special enough.

He slid his hands around her slender waist and leaned in, aiming to kiss her.

But the moment their lips met, she shoved him back with force.

Gone was the fiery passion that usually ignited at his slightest advance. Instead, she pushed him away, tears streaming down her face. “No, no, no!” she sobbed.

She shoved, pushed, and struck him like a woman possessed.

Jayceon grabbed her wrists, his patience thinning. “Arabella, don’t go too far.”

He could tolerate her occasional spoiled moments, but this hysterical state was beyond reason.

There was no talking sense into her now.

Arabella’s control slipped entirely. “This is who I’ve always been! Did you just notice now?”

Jayceon stayed calm, his voice low. “Is a bracelet really worth all this?”

Frustrated, she began throwing things around wildly. “You know exactly what you’ve done, Jayceon!”

Sobbing uncontrollably, she pushed him toward the door. “You didn’t want to come home, right? Then leave! Get out!”

Jayceon pulled her into his arms, trying to steady her. “Stop it. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

At that moment, his phone vibrated, breaking the tense silence.

Jayceon glanced up toward the second floor. “Bella isn’t doing well. I’ll order her some food. Make sure she eats it later. Then take her out for a walk to clear her head.”

Before Kimberly could reply, he was already gone.

Arabella had faked fainting before.

Whenever she upset him, she would pretend to be sick, weak, a victim.

Every time he saw that pitiful look, he would let it slide.

But this time, she had gone too far.

She needed to cool down, truly.

Kimberly hurried upstairs to the master bedroom.

Finding Arabella collapsed on the floor, she panicked. “Bella!”

As she helped her up, it became clear Arabella was genuinely unconscious.

Kimberly tried calling Jayceon, but his line was busy.

In the end, she had no choice but to call an ambulance.

When Arabella finally awoke in a hospital room, her mother-in-law, Tabitha Clemons, and Kimberly were sitting anxiously by her bedside.

Tabitha leaned over, concern etched on her face. “Bella, are you feeling alright? Do you hurt anywhere?”