Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 373

**Fading Into You by Iris Blake**

**Chapter 373**

She had made a solemn vow, a promise that echoed in the depths of his heart: they would hold hands through every twist and turn of life, that she would stand by him, unwavering and steadfast.

Yet here he was, feeling the weight of her absence like a shroud, as she refused to grant him even the slightest chance to mend what had been broken between them.

Jayceon pulled out the delicate crystal glass pendant from his pocket, its surface catching the dim light and casting a soft glow. The pendant bore an image of a baby, a creation both hand-drawn by Arabella and enhanced by artificial intelligence, and it seemed to gaze back at him with hauntingly red eyes.

In that moment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this little figure, much like himself, was yearning for her too, echoing his own deep-seated longing.

As the night deepened, enveloped in silence and solitude, Jayceon found himself overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions crashing down upon him. It felt as if his heart was being mercilessly ripped from his chest, a sensation so agonizing that it eclipsed even the darkest imaginings of death.

Unable to endure the relentless torment, he stumbled out of bed, his feet heavy as he made his way to the living room. The chill of the floor beneath him was a stark contrast to the heat of his turmoil.

Reaching the liquor cabinet, Jayceon steadied himself, resting one hand against the cool wood while the other fumbled with the bottle. The neck of the glass bottle clinked against the rim of the crystal glass, producing a chaotic symphony of sound that mirrored his inner chaos. His hand shook uncontrollably, and before he knew it, deep red wine cascaded over the countertop, spilling onto the floor in a crimson stream that felt like a reflection of his shattered spirit.

The following morning, Victoria stepped into the living room, her heart nearly stopping at the sight before her. There lay Jayceon, unconscious on the floor, surrounded by a pool of red that sent a wave of terror coursing through her.

“Jayceon!” she exclaimed, shaking him vigorously, panic rising in her throat when he offered no response. “This is awful, Ma’am! He’s not breathing!” she cried into the phone, her voice trembling as she frantically dialed Tabitha Clemons.

On the other end, Tabitha’s breath caught in her throat, shock gripping her as she processed Victoria’s words.

Suddenly, as if summoned by her urgency, Jayceon stirred, battling through a searing headache that felt like a vice around his temples. He pushed himself up from the floor, blinking against the harsh light.

Victoria, momentarily relieved, spoke hurriedly into the phone, “It’s okay, Ma’am! He’s breathing now!”

Jayceon cast a weary glance at Victoria, his eyes heavy with unspoken burdens, before trudging straight to the bathroom.

Victoria had watched Jayceon grow from a boy into the man he was now, and seeing him so disheveled and lost made her heart ache. She quickly rushed to the kitchen, her mind racing as she prepared breakfast, hoping to bring some semblance of normalcy back to the day.

But Jayceon, consumed by his own turmoil, didn’t touch a single bite. Instead, he headed straight for the office, his mind a fog of confusion and sorrow.

After the morning meeting, he returned to his office, his thoughts a chaotic storm that left him unable to focus. His gaze drifted down to his own hands, the flickering light of his emotions reflected in his eyes.

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