Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 385

**Fading Into You by Iris Blake**

**Chapter 385**

The anguish reflected in his eyes was unmistakable, and his voice trembled with unmasked emotion. “You went to such lengths to hurt yourself, all to spare Zachary from trouble. Why didn’t you come to me when you were in distress?”

Jayceon’s voice wavered as he looked at Arabella, his expression a mixture of hurt and confusion. “Do you truly believe I’m so untrustworthy that you couldn’t confide in me?”

With a forceful motion, Arabella yanked her hands away from him, her heart racing.

She reached for the unlock button on the console, desperation coursing through her veins, but Jayceon’s long arm intervened, easily halting her.

A bead of nervous sweat trickled down her back as she stammered, “Jayceon, what on earth are you trying to accomplish?”

His deep, penetrating gaze bore into her, searching for answers in her expression.

“First,” he began, his tone firm yet gentle, “I’m taking you to the hospital to tend to that wound. After that, we can get your gown dry-cleaned, and I’ll accompany you when you return it to Franklin.”

Before she could interject, Jayceon continued, “Or, if you prefer, you can keep the gown, and I’ll go with you to hand Franklin thirty million. Either way works for me.”

Frustration bubbled up inside Arabella as she sat in the passenger seat, her voice rising in irritation. “Jayceon, you have no right to meddle in my private affairs! If you persist in this, I swear I’ll call the police!”

As she spoke, her hand dove into her bag, searching for her phone, her pulse quickening with each passing second.

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Jayceon’s arm shot out, snatching the phone from her grasp with an ease that ignited her fury.

Pushed to her limits, Arabella reacted instinctively. She climbed over the center console, determined to reclaim her phone from his grip.

In the midst of their tussle, Jayceon pushed her down onto his lap, their faces mere inches apart, an intimate yet humiliating position that sent a jolt of electricity through the air.

Arabella squirmed, desperate to escape, but Jayceon’s hold was unyielding, his strength overpowering.

His gaze, both commanding and soft, locked onto her face, and she could see the tension in his throat as he swallowed hard.

“Arabella,” he said, his voice low and steady, “I don’t want to fight you. Just listen to me. First, we’ll get your arm treated, and then we’ll sort things out with Franklin.”

Raising her arm defiantly, she shot back, “Jayceon, it’s my injury! It has nothing to do with you! And my dealings with Franklin are none of your business!”

For a moment, uncertainty flickered in Jayceon’s eyes. “This morning, I collapsed in the supermarket from stomach pain, and you could turn a blind eye to my suffering. But when you’re hurt, I can’t just abandon you like that.”

Suddenly, Arabella let out a laugh, a sound that echoed with disbelief and bitterness.

He leaned in, intent on capturing her lips, but halted when he saw the pain etched on her face.

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He gently brought her legs together, lifting her onto his lap as if she were a fragile child. “Did that hurt your back?” he asked softly, concern lacing his voice.

Arabella struggled, but Jayceon only tightened his grip, unwilling to let her go.

Frustration welled up within her, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Jayceon, we’ve been childhood sweethearts for years. You don’t love me, you don’t cherish me, yet you refuse to let me go. You won’t even allow anyone else to show me kindness.”

She met his gaze, her voice trembling with emotion. “How can you be so selfish? I truly regret knowing you, regret marrying you!”

Her words cut like a knife. “You’re cold and heartless! You don’t deserve marriage, you don’t deserve a family. You deserve to grow old and alone!”

Jayceon remained silent, absorbing her words, his heart heavy as he listened to her outburst.

Only when her voice faltered and she fell silent did he reach out, gently brushing the loose strands of hair from her forehead.

“Arabella,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “you don’t have to be so harsh. All I want is to remarry you, to have a chance to make things right. I’m not as terrible as you believe.”