Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Arabella jerked away with a look of disgust etched across her face, quickly reaching for her phone to check the time. It was already past eight in the evening. A Thursday night, yet Jayceon was nowhere near the company.

She sighed, thinking, *He must have stayed late last night, taking care of Georgina.* The thought sent a pang of jealousy through her chest.

Just as she was about to set her phone down, her eyes caught something on her left wrist—a bracelet. Recognition hit her instantly. It was the very same piece that had been auctioned off at the charity event the previous week.

For a brief moment, she froze, her fingers instinctively moving to unclasp it. But before she could, strong arms wrapped around her from behind, halting her motion.

Arabella struggled, trying to break free, but Jayceon’s grip only tightened, holding her firmly against his chest. The thin fabric of their pajamas did little to separate their warmth, and she could feel the steady beat of his heart against her back.

He took her hand in his, his gaze locked on the bracelet shimmering on her wrist. His voice was low and husky, thick with the lazy drawl of someone just roused from sleep. “The night you threatened to end your life with me, I went to that auction to bid on this. It’s one of a kind—unique in the whole world.”

Arabella tilted her head slightly, turning to face him. A sudden realization dawned on her: he hadn’t been with Georgina and their son that night at all. Instead, he had been out, buying this bracelet for her.

Their eyes met, so close they could feel each other’s breath mingling in the quiet room. Jayceon leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Startled, Arabella snapped back to reality and pushed him away immediately. Despite the tenderness of the moment, the truth remained unchanged—he had reunited with his first love, and they had a child together.

Without another word, Arabella slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, and Jayceon followed silently behind her.

At the double sink, the stark differences in their lives were glaringly obvious. Her toothbrush was pristine white, while his was a dull green. Her mouthwash cup was a disposable plastic one, whereas his was a sturdy ceramic mug—clearly the same one he used for coffee in his study.

There were no matching towels embroidered with their initials, only neat stacks of disposable facial cleansing tissues.

Jayceon’s gaze dropped to their feet. He wore plain, spare guest slippers, while Arabella’s were bright yellow with cartoon patterns—ones she had bought for herself.

They stared at their reflections in the mirror, two mismatched pieces forced to co-exist. Since the day Arabella had thrown out all their matching belongings, their marriage had become a patchwork of differences: white and green toothbrushes, a coffee mug and a disposable cup, gray guest slippers and childish cartoon ones.

Like these items, their life together was a series of mismatched fragments, never quite fitting, just making do.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Jayceon pulled out a cleansing tissue and handed it to Arabella. “I’m not going to the company today. Later, I’ll go to the supermarket with you to pick up some essentials.”

Arabella took the tissue without looking at him and turned toward the door. “I don’t need anything. Just buy what you’re running low on.”

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