Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Arabella’s long, dark hair cascaded over the pillow, framing her face in a soft halo. The concoction she had ingested earlier still lingered in her system, leaving her slightly intoxicated. This subtle haze softened her features, lending her an almost hypnotic allure that made her irresistibly beautiful.

Jayceon’s eyes slowly traced the contours of her face, his gaze finally settling on the damp skin of her collarbone, glistening faintly in the dim light. A shadow of desire darkened his eyes, and without hesitation, he leaned down to press his lips against her.

His kisses began tenderly, gentle and slow, but soon shifted—alternating between soft nibbles and deep, urgent presses, as if he was silently demanding her surrender. Arabella’s hands found their way to his chest, but her body felt limp beneath his touch, overwhelmed by the intoxicating mixture coursing through her veins.

The effects of the broth had left her disoriented, her thoughts muddled and her willpower weakened. She found herself unable to resist the pull of his passion. Jayceon, who had restrained himself for over two months, could no longer hold back. He gave in to the flood of desire that had been building inside him, pressing himself against her with fierce urgency.

They spent the entire night entwined, lost in each other’s embrace.

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When morning light filtered through the curtains, Arabella awoke slowly, her body aching from the intensity of the night before. The vivid memory of Jayceon’s relentless fervor made her hands tremble involuntarily. He had been with her all night, and not once had he used protection. Panic fluttered in her chest as she realized she would need to rush out later to buy emergency contraceptives.

Her thoughts raced. Jayceon was already involved with Georgina, and they had a child together. Even if divorce wasn’t an option at the moment, Arabella was determined never to carry his child.

Steeling herself, she quickly washed up and dressed neatly, trying to compose her scattered thoughts before heading downstairs.

Kimberly appeared almost immediately, grabbing Arabella’s arm and pulling her aside urgently. “Arabella, you’re finally awake. Jay was called to the study again—Grandpa and Dad summoned him.”

Arabella glanced toward Tabitha, who looked anxious, then asked quietly, “What happened?”

She almost asked Tabitha about the strange ingredient in the broth from last night but stopped herself. Tabitha had always cared for her deeply and detested the idea of Arabella and Jayceon divorcing. Arabella suspected that Tabitha might have slipped something into the broth, hoping a child would anchor their fragile marriage.

Tabitha was pacing nervously nearby. “Your uncle came over in a panic early this morning. I don’t know what he told Chester and Conrad, but right after, Conrad sent Oliver to fetch Jay. They’ve been locked in the study for almost an hour now. Jay was barely able to move last night after being whipped—I’m so worried.”

Arabella hesitated, then forced a reassuring smile. “Tabitha, Kimberly, don’t worry. I’ll go see what’s going on.”

The door was soundproof, and she couldn’t hear anything from outside. After a moment’s hesitation, she summoned her courage and cracked the door open just enough to peek inside.

Suddenly, Jayceon’s furious voice shattered the silence. “The woman I wanted to marry was Gina. Not Arabella! If you hadn’t interfered back then, Gina and I would have been together long ago! You destroyed Gina. You ruined my happiness with your own hands!”

Arabella froze, her heart pounding wildly. Her vision blurred as she took a step back, then another, until the cold wall pressed against her back. She sank down slightly, gasping for breath, but the ache spreading through her chest was too deep to soothe.

He had finally said it aloud—the truth he had buried for so long. He loved Georgina. She was the one he had truly wanted to marry. He hated Chester for tearing them apart, for stealing the happiness he believed was rightfully his.

All this time, Arabella had been living in a fantasy. Her feelings, her marriage—it had all been one-sided, a desperate wish she alone had clung to.

Closing her eyes, she let despair wash over her, feeling as if her heart was being ripped open, raw and bleeding.

Inside the study, Chester sat behind his desk, flanked by Conrad and Oliver. Jayceon stood rigid across from them, fists clenched tightly at his sides. His eyes were bloodshot, veins throbbing on his forehead, and his expression was fierce—angry and unyielding.