Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

As the car rolled along the roadside, Arabella’s eyes caught sight of a familiar chain pharmacy through the window. Suddenly, a pressing need struck her. “I need to use the restroom,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Jayceon immediately instructed the driver to pull over. Once the car came to a halt, he carefully adjusted Arabella’s clothes, smoothing them down with a protective gesture. “I’ll come with you,” he said firmly.

They stepped out into the crisp air, and Jayceon took Arabella’s hand in his, holding it tightly as if afraid to let go even for a moment. The world around them seemed to blur as they approached the pharmacy.

Stopping just outside the entrance, Arabella looked up at him with a steady gaze. “Don’t worry,” she assured him softly. “Not for myself, not for my parents or my brother—there’s no way I’d do anything reckless.”

Jayceon studied her silently for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he released her hand.

Inside the pharmacy, Arabella approached the counter without hesitation and asked the clerk directly for emergency contraceptive pills. The fluorescent lights above cast a harsh glow, highlighting her disheveled hair, the redness and swelling around her eyes, and the frantic tension etched on her face.

The clerk’s voice softened with concern. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone? The police, maybe?”

Arabella shook her head, offering a faint smile of gratitude. She took the medication and turned to leave.

Outside, Jayceon’s gaze fell on the small box in her hand. His face darkened further, a storm brewing behind his eyes. Without a word, he reached for her hand and led her back to the car. The doors locked with a soft click as the engine hummed to life.

Jayceon’s hand moved swiftly to snatch the pill box from Arabella. “Give it to me,” he demanded.

But Arabella was quick to resist. She pushed his hand aside, tore open the box, and pulled out a pill. Without hesitation, she flung the empty box at him, then popped the pill into her mouth. She grabbed the bottle of water Jayceon had given her earlier and took a sip.

Before she could swallow fully, Jayceon’s fingers gripped her chin tightly. With a forceful motion, he pried her mouth open, making her gag and spit out the pill. His face was shadowed by an intense, brooding anger.

Without a word, he gently patted her back, offering water and tissues. Arabella coughed and choked, discomfort flooding her as she vomited. After a few moments, she finally caught her breath.

Then, with a sudden surge of defiance, she lashed out, pounding her fists against Jayceon’s chest. “Jayceon, give me back my pill!”

His grip tightened on her wrists, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Do you really not want to have a child with me?” he asked quietly, the vulnerability beneath his anger barely hidden.

They hadn’t used any protection the previous night, and the possibility of pregnancy was very real. Arabella’s emotions were fragile, and perhaps a child could anchor her, distract her from the turmoil inside.

Ignoring the sharp sting in her wrists, she wrenched free. “Jayceon, please,” she begged, voice trembling. “Stop pretending. You have a son with the woman you love. You cherish them both. Just stop this charade—I can’t bear it anymore.”

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