Chapter 42
Arabella twisted and turned desperately, panic surging through her as she tried to break free from Jayceon’s grasp. Her heart pounded wildly, and her breath came in short gasps. She couldn’t bear the suffocating hold he had on her.
Chester’s eyes flicked toward Conrad, silently seeking confirmation.
Conrad nodded firmly. “Dad, I agree to their divorce,” he said without hesitation.
Jayceon’s voice dropped to a low, almost dangerous whisper as he confronted Conrad. “This is my marriage. What right do you have to agree to this?”
Conrad met his gaze steadily. “Even if it’s your marriage, I have the authority to make this decision—and I can get you divorced.”
Jayceon’s grip tightened, trapping Arabella in his arms, preventing her from kneeling down again. His voice was cold and deliberate as he addressed Chester and Conrad, enunciating each word with fierce determination. “I will not divorce.”
Tears streamed down Arabella’s face as she slid from Jayceon’s hold, her voice trembling. “Jayceon, please, I’m begging you. If you don’t grant me a divorce, I swear I’ll die.”
His eyes glistened with red-rimmed pain, a deep ache hidden behind his stern expression. In a low, harsh tone, he snapped, “We’re fine. What nonsense are you speaking?”
Arabella collapsed to the floor before him, utterly shattered, her mind teetering on the edge of despair. Her sobs echoed through the room as she pleaded, “I know in your heart, you’ve always loved Georgina. Even if you married me in anger three years ago, you never let her go. Now that she’s back—and you have a child—don’t be angry with Chester, not even for their sake or hers.”
Her voice cracked as she continued, “Jay, I’m on my knees. I’ll give back my happiness to you. I’m begging you, for the love I’ve held for you all these twenty years… please, grant me a divorce.”
With a forceful motion, Jayceon lifted Arabella off the floor. He avoided looking at her broken form, his voice strained and distant. “We’ll discuss this at home.”
Arabella’s resolve crumbled entirely. She screamed, twisting away from his outstretched hands. “I’m not going back with you! I want a divorce!”
Ignoring her frantic resistance, Jayceon gathered her into his arms and strode purposefully out of the study.
“What’s happening here?” Tabitha and Kimberly appeared in the living room, their faces etched with worry. They exchanged alarmed glances as they saw Jayceon carrying a sobbing Arabella, her distress unmistakable.
“Mom, we’re leaving now,” Jayceon said firmly, cutting off any chance for Arabella to speak as he pulled her away.
Sensing the tension, Tabitha hurried toward the study, her heart heavy with unease.
Chester finally broke the silence, his voice grave. “You need to see Georgina. No matter if the child is Jay’s or not, he cannot divorce Arabella.”



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