Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 110

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**

**Chapter 110**

Arabella lingered on the edge of her bed, the soft fabric of the sheets crumpling beneath her fingers as she wrestled with her thoughts. The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each sound amplifying the weight of the silence surrounding her. After what felt like an eternity, she finally rose to her feet, her heart racing as she approached the door.

This apartment complex wasn’t just a building; it was a sanctuary for her fellow hospital staff, a place where they shared late-night shifts and early morning coffee runs. The hour was late, and she hesitated, knowing that the last thing she wanted was to interrupt their much-needed rest. But deep down, she understood that hiding away wouldn’t resolve the turmoil swirling within her.

With a shaky breath, Arabella steeled herself and turned the doorknob, her heart pounding in her chest as the door creaked open. Standing before her was Jayceon, his gaze piercing and intense, a stark contrast to the warmth she once felt in his presence.

They hadn’t crossed paths in what felt like ages, and the air between them crackled with unspoken words. Arabella, who had once been a whirlwind of chatter and laughter in Jayceon’s company, now stood frozen, a mere shadow of her former self.

On the other side, Jayceon—who had always maintained a stoic distance—now took a step closer, balancing a cake in his hands. The distance between them felt electric, charged with memories and unresolved emotions.

“Happy birthday,” Jayceon said, his voice low and sincere.

Arabella’s eyes drifted down to the cake, a vibrant matcha green adorned with delicate decorations. The sight of it sent a rush of memories flooding back—the beach, the cruise ship, the flowers, and the Instagram post that had once filled her with joy. The word “love” echoed in her mind, but now it felt like a dagger, twisting in her heart.

A wave of pain washed over her, stealing the color from her cheeks.

Jayceon, noticing the shift in her expression, spoke softly, “Your favorite matcha cake. I brought it all the way from Zelmere just for you.”

Arabella’s expression hardened, her voice cold and unyielding as she pointed to the door. “Take the cake away!”

Jayceon’s brow furrowed, confusion evident on his face, yet he stepped inside the apartment, determined. Arabella felt a surge of anger rise within her, and before she knew it, she lunged forward, grabbing the cake from his hands. “I told you to take it away!” she shouted, her voice ringing with desperation.

Jayceon set the cake down with a sigh and closed the door behind him, creating a barrier against the world outside. He reached for her wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, locking eyes with her. “I flew here overnight to celebrate your birthday, and this is the attitude I get?”

Arabella’s gaze flickered to the cake, her emotions spiraling out of control. She felt like a storm ready to unleash its fury. “I don’t ever need you to celebrate my birthday, and I will never eat a cake from you!” she retorted, her voice trembling with intensity.

Arabella took two deliberate steps back, her heart racing. “The lies you told me, your blueberry cake, your love-declaring Instagram post, your one that got away, your illegitimate child… I can never get over any of it!”

Jayceon’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. He took a step closer, his voice steady yet urgent. “As long as you’re willing, there’s nothing we can’t get past.”

Arabella shook her head vehemently, almost shouting, “I don’t want to!”

Exhaustion washed over Jayceon, and he reached for her hand, but she recoiled, fury igniting within her. “My lawyer has already submitted all the evidence of your affair to the court. If you miss the hearing next week, I’ll show you what I’m really capable of!”

A frown creased Jayceon’s forehead. “You gathered evidence?”

Arabella’s voice was cold, firm. “If you agree to the divorce, that evidence goes away.”

They stood locked in a stare, the tension between them palpable, a standoff that felt like it could last forever.