Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

He warned her sharply, “Keep your mouth shut. If I find out you’ve been talking, don’t expect your allowance anymore.”

As Jayceon’s car disappeared down the street, Kimberly’s frustration boiled over. She stomped her feet on the pavement, feeling helpless and angry. It was such a shame—her brother really was cheating, and no one seemed to realize it yet.

Meanwhile, Jayceon returned to the house he shared with Arabella. The atmosphere inside felt icy and unnervingly quiet, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. He placed the container of food carefully on the dining table and headed upstairs.

When he didn’t find Arabella in the bedroom, he shrugged off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, clearly exhausted. He turned toward the bathroom, intending to take a shower and wash away the stress of the day.

She wasn’t home at this hour. Most likely, she was at the hospital, tending to her mother again. The thought made him frown slightly—she couldn’t even keep up the façade properly anymore.

Just as he reached for the bathroom door, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, hesitating for a moment before answering.

“Jay,” came Georgina Carrillo’s voice, tinged with guilt, “I’m so sorry to bother you at work, but could you help me get discharged? I’m almost fully recovered.”

Jayceon’s tense expression softened a little. “Stay a few more days. Once you’re out, I’ll take you both shopping.”

There was a quiet emotion in Georgina’s voice. “Thank you, Jay. After six years, you haven’t changed a bit. Please get some rest, and thank you for everything these past few days.”

After hanging up, Jayceon set his phone down and pushed open the bathroom door.

What he saw made his jaw tighten—complete chaos. The bathroom light was still on, the door left half-open, and the room looked like it had been violently ransacked.

His eyes darkened as he stepped inside.

On the cold floor lay Arabella, stretched out on her back. His chest constricted painfully at the sight.

He knelt down and lifted her upper body gently, feeling the chill of her skin. “No matter how upset you are, you can’t do this to yourself,” he murmured, voice heavy with concern.

Arabella’s eyes fluttered open slowly. They were hollow, empty. She tried to speak, but no sound emerged. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks.

Though his arms still felt warm around her, she seemed distant—like she no longer belonged there.

Frowning deeply, Jayceon carried her over to the bed. She curled up under the blanket, silent and withdrawn.

He turned to leave but stopped, then sat on the edge of the bed.

Carefully, he pulled the blanket down just enough to see her face. “Have you calmed down now?” he asked softly.

“If you’re calm, we can talk,” he added, hoping to reach her.

Arabella looked utterly broken. She felt too drained to respond, lying there with closed eyes, as if lifeless.

Arabella’s voice trembled. “I can’t be calm around you.”

He released her and stood up. “Fine. I’ll stay somewhere else then. We’ll talk when you’re ready.”

With that, he walked into the walk-in closet to change. Minutes later, fully dressed, he paused at the foot of the bed.

Seeing Arabella still so despondent, he said nothing and quietly left the room, leaving her alone to wrestle with her swirling emotions.

The following morning, Kimberly came to check on Arabella, who was still lying in bed.

Feeling sorry for her sister, Kimberly didn’t press too hard. She helped Arabella out of bed, shared breakfast with her, and then took her out for a walk to get some fresh air.

Jayceon had always been strict with Kimberly. If she slipped up in her words, he cut off her allowance without hesitation.

After spending some time outside, Arabella felt a little lighter, the fresh air easing some of the heaviness inside her.

Kimberly pulled Arabella toward the family’s mall. “Arabella, you didn’t tell Jay about that woman, did you?”

Arabella shook her head, not wanting to talk about it. “Kim, I’m in a bad mood right now. I just need some time to think.”