Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Arabella weakly shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “Tabitha, why am I in the hospital?”

Kimberly gently helped her sit up, her expression soft with concern. “You passed out at home.”

Bits of memory slowly drifted back to Arabella—the argument, the moment she bit him, and then being pushed away. The sharpness of it all lingered painfully.

Her eyes scanned the sterile hospital room, and she turned to Kimberly with a shaky question. “Did your brother just drop me here and leave without a word?”

Kimberly hesitated, then blurted out, “I was the one who called the ambulance. Jayceon…” She stopped abruptly, noticing the flicker of hurt crossing Arabella’s face.

Arabella closed her eyes, a deep sigh escaping her lips as the last flicker of hope inside her was extinguished.

His unforgettable love had returned to her life—but with him came a five-year-old son.

Why would he care about her anymore?

A sharp ache settled in her chest. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if to hold the pain in.

Curled up slightly, she whispered, “Tabitha, Kim, my mom just had heart bypass surgery. I don’t want her to worry about me being sick. Can you please take me home?”

Without hesitation, Tabitha sent Kimberly off to fetch the car. “The doctor said you fainted from low blood sugar and stress. It’s better for you to rest somewhere comfortable—at home.”

She gave Arabella a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve already called Jay. I told him to come back as soon as possible.”

During the ride home, Arabella quietly asked Kimberly and Tabitha not to interfere in her relationship with Jayceon.

No matter how painful it was, she wanted to face and end this on her own terms.

Once home, Kimberly and Tabitha stayed by Arabella’s side throughout the day, carefully feeding her medicine and small meals.

But Jayceon never came.

Arabella’s sleep was restless, filled with uneasy dreams. By evening, however, she felt a faint return of strength.

After persuading her in-laws to leave so she could have some privacy, Arabella stood before the bathroom mirror.

She barely recognized the woman staring back—her face looked drained, hollowed out, worn down by just a few days of turmoil.

She brushed her teeth slowly, then reached for the cup on the sink.

Suddenly, it slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.

She knelt to pick up a shard, her eyes falling on the tiny fragments of the photo printed on the cup—her and Jayceon’s faces now broken into countless bits.

That cup had been custom-made, a special gift for their first wedding anniversary.

They had ordered two identical ones—one for him, one for her—each printed with a photo she had secretly snapped while leaning close to Jayceon.

At first, he had dismissed it as childish and refused to use it.

She pleaded with him for an entire week, crying herself to sleep each night until finally, he relented.

Now, the fragile calm she had maintained shattered.

Rising abruptly, she grabbed the other cup and smashed it against the counter.

Then, in a burst of fury, she swept everything off the bathroom counter, watching as glass, bottles, and toiletries crashed to the floor.

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