Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 397

**Fading Into You by Iris Blake**
**Chapter 397**

The air between them crackled with unspoken words as Jayceon and Arabella stood mere inches apart, their eyes locked in a desperate embrace of emotion.

Jayceon’s hands, gripping Arabella’s shoulders with a fervor that belied his inner turmoil, trembled uncontrollably. His body felt as though it were a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.

His eyes, bloodshot and wild, resembled those of a cornered animal, stripped of all hope. They darted around, searching for an escape that did not exist.

“Please, Arabella, don’t leave me!” His voice, hoarse and ragged, broke the silence, each word laced with desperation. Tears streamed down his cold face—each drop a testament to the agony he felt inside.

Standing before Arabella, this man, towering over six feet, was reduced to a sobbing wreck, his emotional defenses crumbling like a house of cards.

He clung to her, his arms wrapped around her as if she were his last lifeline, the emotional stability he had fought to maintain for days now completely shattered.

“Let me go, Jayceon,” Arabella said softly but firmly, her tone surprisingly calm. “If you truly care about me, if you feel even a flicker of remorse for what has happened, then you must set me free.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding.

Jayceon’s grip began to loosen, the weight of her request sinking in. As Arabella gently pushed him away, he felt the world tilt beneath his feet.

His face, pale and streaked with tears, reflected a deep, haunting despair. His vacant gaze, terrifyingly red, seemed to stare right through her, as if he were lost in a void from which he could never return.

Arabella, feeling the chill of the moment, took off her coat and draped it over his trembling shoulders. “You need this,” she murmured, a bittersweet smile touching her lips before she turned to retreat to her room.

Jayceon stood there, frozen in a daze, his heart a tempest of emotions. Tears continued to silently cascade from his lifeless, gray eyes, each one a reminder of what he had lost.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely as he grappled with the reality of her words. She no longer loved him. She no longer wanted him. The woman he had vowed to share his life with had slipped through his fingers, leaving him utterly bereft.

A wave of nausea surged within him, and he retched violently. Blood sprayed from his mouth, staining the ground beneath him—a dark omen of his inner turmoil.

As Arabella’s figure faded from view, Jayceon’s body crumpled beside the railing, the weight of despair pulling him down.

His vacant eyes, now unfocused, stared into the abyss of the night sky, a canvas of darkness that mirrored his soul. Jayceon closed his eyes, letting the tears flow freely, each one a silent scream of anguish.

The girl who had once loved him so fiercely was gone forever, and the realization struck him like a physical blow. A dull ache blossomed in his heart, radiating through his entire being. The pain was so overwhelming that he curled into himself, pounding his chest in a futile attempt to quell the storm within.

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