Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Arabella pressed the cold steel of the knife firmly against her own neck, her lips trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. “Jayceon, hand me your phone right now, or I swear I’ll do it here!” she warned, her voice barely steady.

In that tense moment, she was a gambler, risking everything she had left. She was wagering all on one final, reckless hope—that somewhere deep inside, he still cared. She needed to see the truth with her own eyes, to shatter the foolish hope that clung stubbornly to her heart, to sever the last fragile threads of love once and for all.

Her wide eyes locked onto his, silently begging for a sign, bracing herself for the inevitable, crushing blow.

The air around them felt thick and suffocating, almost as if the room itself was holding its breath. Jayceon’s phone buzzed intermittently, the sharp sound driving everyone to the edge of madness.

Kimberly stood nearby, powerless and anxious. She knew they had their share of problems, but she never imagined it would come to this. She had never witnessed Arabella so utterly lost, so completely out of control.

Jayceon faced Arabella, his gaze complex and unreadable, fixed unwaveringly on the trembling knife in her hand. Tentatively, he took a step forward, but halted as the blade shook violently. He refused to surrender by handing over his phone. Instead, his voice cut through the tension—cold, merciless, stripped of any warmth.

“Arabella, your life belongs to you. If you want to end it, no one can stop you,” he said flatly.

Her eyes filled with despair as she stared at him, mouth opening to speak, but no sound emerged.

Kimberly’s disbelief turned to frustration. “Jayceon, how can you say that? Say something kind, please!” she pleaded.

A sharp, warning look from Jayceon silenced her instantly.

He stepped closer again, more cautiously this time.

“Arabella,” he began, voice softer but still firm, “before you do anything, think. Think about your parents—they’ve given you everything. Your father, at his age, is working as a consultant in a factory. Your mother is still recovering, barely. Your brother has important exams coming up next year.”

“If you go through with this, you’ll only shatter your family. It won’t hurt me,” he added, his eyes locked on hers.

In the depths of her defeat, he saw an opening. Swiftly, he disarmed her, pulling the knife away and drawing her close against his chest. The blade clattered loudly onto the floor.

Arabella’s heart felt like it broke into a thousand pieces.

She stood limp in his arms, motionless and unresponsive, like a fragile doll drained of life. She couldn’t cry or speak—her body shook uncontrollably.

Jayceon held her firmly, one arm wrapped securely around her waist, the other cradling her head gently. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

“No more of these thoughts,” he whispered. “Rest now. Sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

After a brief pause, he carefully lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs.

Ignoring the constant ping of incoming messages on his phone, he tended to her himself—fetching a warm cloth, wiping the tears and grime from her face and hands, smoothing her tangled hair with gentle fingers.

Once Arabella was settled on the bed, Jayceon quietly pulled Kimberly aside.

“Kim, I won’t be back tonight. Stay with her. Watch what you say. Don’t make things worse,” he instructed firmly.

Kimberly nodded and slipped back into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.

Arabella lay still, eyes closed in utter surrender. There was nothing left but tears now.

Unable to offer true comfort, Kimberly simply sat beside her and wept quietly. “He’s just lost right now, Arabella. He’ll come back to you,” she murmured, hoping to soothe her friend.

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