Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 384

**Fading Into You by Iris Blake**

**Chapter 384**

The air between them was thick with unspoken tension as Jayceon and Arabella locked eyes, each lost in their own tumultuous thoughts.

Jayceon’s heart felt as though it were crumbling, piece by piece, beneath the weight of their shared history. The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating, until he finally broke it with a voice laced with regret. “Believe it or not, I never once considered divorcing you for Georgina. I never imagined I could give you up.”

Arabella let out a laugh, sharp and incredulous. “Oh, really? Just because you didn’t think about divorce doesn’t mean you were faithful to me. It certainly doesn’t mean your thoughts were pure!”

She continued, her voice rising with each word, “You betrayed me with Georgina while we were married! You lied to my face for an entire month about your whereabouts, claiming you weren’t home because of her and her son. You took your yacht, rented an entire beach, and baked a blueberry cake, posting it on your social media like some twisted love letter. And now you stand there, telling me you never considered leaving me? Don’t you find that utterly absurd?”

Jayceon’s lips quivered, but the words lodged in his throat, refusing to escape.

The memories of that fateful night at the beach, the sweetness of the blueberry cake, and the fleeting post that lingered for just a moment—they all served as painful reminders of how he had shattered Arabella’s trust.

It was an indelible mark of his betrayal, a stain on his conscience he could never wash away.

It represented the vast, unbridgeable divide that lay between him and Arabella, a chasm that seemed impossible to cross.

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Arabella pressed on, her voice steady and unwavering. “You showered Georgina and her son with gifts—cars, houses, designer bags, and jewelry. You even arranged for a driver and a nanny for them! You went so far as to put her shoes on for her and even bought her sanitary pads yourself. Are these not the very actions you took for Georgina?”

“Arabella!” Jayceon interrupted, his voice rising in desperation.

He could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes, a testament to the emotional turmoil churning within him.

He gazed at Arabella, his expression a mix of remorse and longing as he cautiously approached her. “Arabella, I truly regret my actions from back then. It’s been ages since all of that happened. Can’t we just let it go?”

Her laughter was cold, devoid of warmth. “I’m the one who was wronged here. Why should I be the one to forget?”

Arabella met his gaze with a steely resolve, her eyes reflecting the pain that had become a part of her very being.

“You treated Georgina’s son as if he were your own flesh and blood. You enrolled him in an elite private school, picked him up after classes, and even stooped to selecting toys for him,” she accused, her voice unwavering.

“Jayceon, if you could go to such lengths for another woman while being married, then why can’t I be with Mr. Group? He and I are both single, and our relationship doesn’t violate any morals or laws. So why is it so wrong for us to be together?”

In the past, she had turned down countless gifts from admirers, all in the name of loyalty to Jayceon.

Arabella studied Jayceon, his stubbornness almost bordering on obsession, and her frown deepened.

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“Jayceon, can you not grasp the simplest of concepts?” she shot back. “We’re already divorced. Whatever I do with Franklin is none of your concern!”

“Really?” he questioned, disbelief etched across his face. “None of my business?”

With bloodshot eyes, Jayceon suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the charged atmosphere.

Arabella was taken aback, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Jayceon, what on earth are you laughing at?”

Before she could finish her sentence, Jayceon swept her into his arms, striding purposefully toward a nearby luxury car.

Moments later, they found themselves crammed into the plush front seat, the air thick with unresolved emotions.

Jayceon held Arabella’s hands gently, his fingers tracing the injury on her arm as if to soothe the pain he had caused.