Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Six years had passed since Jayceon Melendez and Arabella Palmer ended their relationship, yet the past had a way of circling back. Now, unexpectedly, Jayceon’s first love had returned from overseas—and she wasn’t alone. She had come back with a little boy, no older than five.

Since that day, Jayceon had been absent from their home for a whole month. Each time Arabella asked, he brushed it off, saying he was tied up on a business trip. But today was different. It was supposed to be special—it was their third wedding anniversary.

Arabella had spent the afternoon preparing a romantic dinner, the kind that glowed softly under flickering candlelight. She’d even wrapped a gift, carefully chosen to express the feelings she still held inside. When evening fell, she sent Jayceon a message on WhatsApp, hoping he would respond, hoping he would come home.

She waited. The clock’s hands inched toward nine o’clock, but still, he hadn’t returned.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Kimberly, Jayceon’s sister. “Bella, you need to check the messages I sent you,” Kimberly urged.

Arabella’s fingers trembled as she ended the call and opened their chat. Her eyes skimmed the screenshots Kimberly had forwarded, and in an instant, the smile she’d been holding onto vanished completely.

The plate she was holding slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor in a sharp, shattering sound. Glass shards scattered around her feet, and one cut into her ankle, drawing a thin line of blood. But Arabella barely noticed the sting. She stood frozen, as if numb, unable to process the pain.

The images Kimberly had sent were from Jayceon’s Instagram. He had rented out the entire Mondi Beach. Right now, he was there celebrating a birthday—with his first love. Fireworks lit up the night sky, showering the scene with bursts of color.

Arabella scrolled through the photos: the golden sands of the beach, a sleek yacht bobbing in the water, brilliant fireworks exploding overhead, and bouquets of roses scattered about. In one picture, Jayceon cradled a small boy in one arm, while his other hand, wearing the wedding ring Arabella knew so well, rested possessively on the waist of a woman.

The moments captured were breathtaking, filled with warmth and romance. The caption beneath read: “Homemade blueberry cake for my beloveds.”

Their love was unmistakably clear.

Arabella’s mind went blank. She tried to open Jayceon’s profile herself, but it was as if he had vanished—no posts, no pictures. She opened her mouth, desperate to speak, but no words came out. When had he hidden his life from her? When had he set his posts to be invisible to her eyes?

Those screenshots shattered the fragile hope she’d been clinging to for so long.

Burning with fury, Arabella dialed Jayceon’s number.

He didn’t answer.

She called again.

After the third time, he hung up on her.

Then, a curt text arrived: “I’m busy.”

His impatience stung more than the rejection.

A tumult of emotions crashed over her—helplessness, jealousy, anger, and deep resentment. She curled inward, clutching her head as if to hold herself together. Her heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces, making each breath a struggle.

Unable to contain the pain, she let out a scream, pulling at her hair in frustration before collapsing into tears.

A soft knock interrupted her anguish.

With effort, she rose and opened the door.

Kimberly stood there, her eyes wide with concern. “Bella, what happened? Are you okay?”

Tears still glistened on Arabella’s cheeks as she shook her head, her voice barely a whisper.

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