Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 372

**Fading Into You by Iris Blake – Chapter 372**

The clock had long passed midnight, and the Palmer mansion loomed in the darkness, its silhouette stark against the night sky. Jayceon Melendez stood beside his sleek car, the crisp fabric of his suit contrasting sharply with the shadows that enveloped him. His eyes were fixed intently on the closed gate of the Palmer family’s estate, a barrier that felt insurmountable at this hour.

A solitary light flickered in the master bedroom on the second floor, illuminating the window with a soft glow. He knew, with a sinking feeling in his chest, that Arabella was still awake, lost in her thoughts or perhaps avoiding sleep altogether.

With a heavy sigh, Jayceon pulled out his phone, glancing at the message he had sent her earlier. It was met with an unforgiving silence; no reply had come, and the weight of her absence pressed down on him like a leaden shroud. It had been ages since Arabella had last responded to his texts or returned his calls.

She hadn’t blocked him, yet it felt as if she had erected an invisible wall between them. She welcomed others into her life, but when it came to him, she remained resolutely distant. This gnawing sense of helplessness was akin to a dull blade, twisting slowly in his heart, inflicting a pain that was both profound and unrelenting.

And still, he found himself powerless to change the course of their relationship. The turmoil within him threatened to drive him to madness, caught in a web of despair and longing.

Suddenly, the sound of a car door opening broke through his reverie. Jayceon turned to see the familiar figure of the butler from the Melendez estate hurrying towards him, his expression a mixture of urgency and respect.

As the butler approached, Jayceon’s gaze drifted back to the persistent light illuminating the second-floor window. The flickering glow seemed to mock him, deepening the shadows in his heart.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice low and heavy with resignation.

“Young Master,” the butler replied, bowing slightly, “Chester Melendez has sent me to escort you home.”

Jayceon hesitated, his eyes still locked on the gate of the Palmer estate, as if it held the answers he sought. The butler, sensing his reluctance, added gently, “Dr. Palmer has already informed Chester. She won’t be coming down to see you, Young Master. It would be best for you to leave with me.”

Clenching his phone tightly, Jayceon felt a mix of frustration and sorrow wash over him. After a long moment of silence, he finally turned away from the light that had become a symbol of his unfulfilled desires and climbed into his car.

As dawn approached, Jayceon staggered into his home, the stench of alcohol clinging to him like a second skin. He stumbled into his bedroom, and the sight of the meticulously arranged gray and white bedding on the large bed jolted him into a moment of clarity. It was a stark reminder of what he had lost.

“Victoria Raymond!” he called out, his voice echoing in the stillness of the night.

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