Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 258

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**Chapter 257**

Instead of heading to the office as he typically would, Jayceon found himself steering his car directly toward home, a strange heaviness settling in his chest.

As dusk settled, the familiar sounds of domestic life filled the house. Arabella returned, her mind focused on the task of packing her bags. In the kitchen, Victoria busied herself with dinner preparations, the aroma of spices wafting through the air, while Jayceon was stationed on the living room balcony, engaged in a phone conversation that seemed to stretch into eternity.

Arabella, with a small suitcase in hand, was just about to step out the door when Jayceon unexpectedly positioned himself in her path, blocking her exit.

His gaze bore into her, searching her face for any sign of the warmth they once shared. “I had Victoria prepare dinner for us,” he said softly, his voice a gentle attempt to soothe the tension that hung between them. “Let’s eat first, and then I’ll drive you to the airport.”

Arabella’s eyes flicked up to meet his, but there was no softness in her expression. She withdrew her hand from his grasp, her voice steady but laced with an edge of defiance. “You should really use this time to think about the divorce instead.”

With those words, she turned on her heel and walked away, not sparing him a single glance.

Jayceon stood there, frozen, as a wave of panic washed over him, tightening around his heart like a vice. He leaned against the wall, feeling the cool surface against his back, but it offered him no comfort. The weight of their shared history—over two decades of love, laughter, and dreams—felt like a crushing burden. How could it be that she no longer felt anything for him?

He shuffled into the living room, his voice strained as he called out, “Victoria, you can skip dinner tonight. Just head home.” The emptiness in his tone echoed the void inside him.

Later that night, Samuel arrived, his expression a mixture of concern and disbelief as he surveyed the scene before him. The coffee table was littered with empty liquor bottles, remnants of Jayceon’s desperate attempts to drown his sorrows. Jayceon lay sprawled on the sofa, his body heavy with intoxication.

Samuel chose a spot on the edge of the couch, shaking his head. “Well, this is a new low for you. I’ve known you for years, and I’ve never seen you this far gone.”

Jayceon winced, his head pounding with a relentless ache. He tried to push himself upright, but the effort felt monumental. He wanted to escape reality, but with each drink, clarity eluded him more and more, leaving him restless and unable to sleep.

When silence hung heavily between them, Samuel broke it, his voice laced with concern. “You admitted that Georgina is your wife. Does that mean you’ve made up your mind about divorcing Arabella?”

Jayceon’s fingers, which had been holding the cigarette, froze mid-motion. He lifted his gaze, meeting Samuel’s penetrating stare. “Arabella told you?” he asked, a mix of surprise and dread in his tone.