Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 394

**Fading Into You by Iris Blake**

**Chapter 394**

He was the one who had unwittingly extinguished the flame of Arabella’s passion for him, snuffing out the light of her love with his own hands.

He was the architect of his own undoing, the one who had betrayed her trust.

And deep down, he knew he deserved every ounce of this pain.

The night air in the island villa was uncomfortably cool, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within Jayceon.

In a moment of unconscious longing, he found himself inching closer to Arabella, his arms instinctively tightening around her, yet he made no move to pull the blanket over them.

A wave of disgust washed over Arabella as she recalled the fleeting moments when his heart had once fluttered for another woman.

The thought of his emotional betrayal during their marriage churned her stomach, filling her with a bitterness she could hardly contain.

He was filthy, tainted by his infidelity, and she couldn’t bring herself to eat the meals he prepared, nor could she bear his touch.

In the pitch-black room, a slender beam of moonlight crept through the curtains, illuminating the space with an ethereal glow.

Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion, the effects of the medication he had taken, or perhaps it was simply the comfort of having Arabella by his side that lulled Jayceon into a rare sleep.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the torment of insomnia faded, and he drifted into a dreamless slumber.

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Morning dawned with an unsettling stillness.

When Jayceon opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the emptiness beside him. Arabella was no longer there; she had vanished without a trace.

Panic surged through him like a tidal wave, and he sprang from the bed, urgency fueling his every move.

He dashed through the bathroom, then raced downstairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched every corner of the villa, finally bursting outside.

Steve, his assistant, spotted him and quickly gestured toward the beach. “Mr. Melendez, your wife has gone to the beach!”

In that instant, Jayceon’s composure crumbled, and he sprinted toward the shoreline, his heart racing with fear.

As he approached, the sight of Arabella standing by the sea, unharmed and serene, brought him to an abrupt halt.

There she was, on the soft, golden sand, wearing a flowing white dress that danced with the gentle breeze, the seawater lapping at her calves.

With her arms outstretched and her head tilted back, she embraced the morning, allowing the salty air to play with her long, dark hair and the hem of her dress.

The early sunlight cascaded down, transforming Arabella into a vision that blended seamlessly with the azure hues of the sea and sky.

Jayceon stood rooted in place, mesmerized by her beauty, his heart swelling with a mix of nostalgia and longing.

“You’ll be the one bringing in the money,” she’d say with a playful smile, “and I’ll take care of the home.”

She would insist that he could never stay out overnight, that his presence was essential for her peace of mind.

“No matter how busy you are,” she would remind him, “you must always reply to my messages and answer my calls.”

And on special occasions, she’d expect bright red roses, flowers that symbolized their love, each petal a reminder of their bond.

Whenever he neglected to respond, she would tease him, her playful bites and persistent nudges a testament to her affection.

In those moments, when his patience wore thin, he would pin her beneath him, their laughter echoing until exhaustion settled over them like a soft blanket.

The Arabella of those days was a vibrant red rose, bursting with passion, effortlessly igniting his spirit.

She had entrusted him with her time, her energy, and her dreams for the future, placing everything she had in his hands.

But the life she envisioned was nothing more than a mirage, fading away as reality took hold.

As he buried himself in work, he often ignored her calls, dismissing the childish meme stickers she sent as mere distractions.

The only bouquet of roses he had ever given her were those hastily prepared by Samuel and his sister on the day of their marriage registration.

He had failed to save their child, and for a month, he had chosen to stay away from home, entangled with another woman.