Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 395

**Chapter 395**

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With a heavy heart and a mind clouded by confusion, Jayceon made his way to Arabella, each step feeling as if he were wading through thick fog. The weight of the moment pressed heavily upon him, and before he knew it, he found himself enveloping her from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist in a desperate embrace.

Arabella’s body went rigid for a fleeting moment, as if she were a statue carved from ice, but soon enough, she began to squirm against his hold, her resistance palpable. Jayceon tightened his grip, unwilling to let her slip away, his voice a ragged whisper steeped in sorrow. “Arabella, I wish we could go back.”

Her response was as frigid as the ocean waves lapping at their feet. “Jayceon, stop kidding yourself.” The finality in her tone echoed the truth they both knew all too well: they could never return to what they once had.

Never.

Taking advantage of Jayceon’s momentary distraction, Arabella broke free from his embrace, her movements sharp and decisive. Panic surged through him, and he grasped her hands, his heart teetering on the brink of despair. His throat tightened, making it difficult to speak, but he managed to utter, “I know, during our marriage, I made an unforgivable mistake. I wasn’t true to my heart. I broke the vows I made to you at our wedding.”

“Arabella,” he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. “What if I replace this heart? Can we start over, please?” His eyes searched hers, longing for a flicker of hope.

Arabella regarded him with an expressionless facade, her gaze unwavering. “If you change your heart, are you still you?” The question hung in the air, heavy with implications.

Their eyes locked, and Jayceon felt warmth pooling in his gaze, a flicker of something that could almost be hope. He tightened his grip on her hands, nodding fervently. “It’s me! I’m your Jay!”

Yet, Arabella stood firm, her demeanor calm and resolute, as she corrected him with a voice that held no trace of doubt. “You’re not. Not the you now, and not the you with a new heart. Neither of you is him!” Her words were like a dagger, piercing through the fragile remnants of his resolve.

“The Jay in my heart died a long time ago,” she declared, her tone unwavering.

“No!” Jayceon’s voice cracked, and in a moment of sheer desperation, he pulled Arabella into a tight embrace. “I’ve always been here, I’m right here!” He could feel the warmth of her body against his, but it did little to quell the growing void inside him.

Arabella struggled against him, her frustration boiling over. “Jayceon, you tell me, how can a dead man start over with me?!” Her words cut deep, and he felt the sting of her rejection.

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