Chapter 27
Arabella chose to remain silent, pressing her lips together tightly.
After three years of marriage, there was nothing left to say between them following an argument.
Even when they shared the same bed, Arabella could feel the immense emotional chasm separating them.
His quietness, his stubborn refusal to offer any explanation, had erected an invisible barrier that seemed impossible to break down.
When Arabella woke, the bed beside her was empty. Jayceon had already left for the day.
After a quick morning routine, she made her way to the hospital, throwing herself into her work and the company of her colleagues.
She discovered that staying busy helped dull the aching void inside her.
As her shift was drawing to a close, she unexpectedly bumped into Zachary Hamilton, a senior colleague Harrison had introduced her to.
“Zachary,” she greeted him politely.
Zachary was dressed in a smart-casual style, his rimless gold glasses perched neatly on his nose. Handsome and radiating a calm, courteous presence, he smiled warmly. “I heard you live on Oakwood Avenue. I happen to have some business nearby. Need a ride?”
Arabella waved her hand dismissively. “Thanks, but I drove myself.”
Introduced by Harrison, Zachary was reputedly the youngest medical PhD in Halberton.
Rumors swirled that the Hamilton family was a prestigious medical dynasty, running private hospitals worldwide. Despite his youth, Zachary was heir to a vast fortune.
Stepping out of the outpatient building, Arabella was startled to see Jayceon standing nearby.
The memory of the concern in his eyes for another woman last night sent a fresh stab of pain through her chest.
He was probably here for Georgina.
A heavy weight settled over her heart, but she kept her composure, walking past him with a dignified detachment.
Her threats of divorce and mutual destruction from the night before had been nothing more than angry words spoken in a moment of blind fury.
Even if she wanted to disregard herself, she had to think of her parents and her brother.
Jayceon had struck her where it hurt most. Aside from private moments of breakdown, she felt powerless.
Jayceon watched her walk by silently, then wordlessly fell into step beside her.
He caught her wrist, pulling her to a sudden halt.
“Arabella,” he said quietly, “we can fight all we want, but don’t forget—we’re still married.”
She shrugged off his hand. “Your precious Gina is waiting. You should go.”
Jayceon glanced back toward the hospital building, then at her.
Instead of leaving, he gently guided her toward the street. “I came to pick you up. We’re going to see your parents.”
Hearing his intention to visit her family, Arabella stopped in her tracks.



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