Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 113

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

**Chapter 113**

Dressed impeccably in a tailored black business suit, Jayceon’s tall and slender figure cut an impressive silhouette among the throng of parents milling about. His dignified demeanor exuded an air of authority and sophistication that naturally drew the eye.

Kneeling gracefully on one knee, he concentrated on the task at hand—tying Leandro’s shoelaces with meticulous care. The little boy’s shoes were a charming mix of colors, and Jayceon felt a pang of nostalgia as he remembered his own childhood. After securing the laces, he ruffled Leandro’s tousled hair affectionately and lifted him effortlessly into his arms. “Your mom’s caught up with work today and can’t keep an eye on you,” he explained, his voice warm and reassuring. “What do you feel like eating, buddy?”

With a small finger pointing determinedly, Leandro exclaimed, “Auntie Arabella!” His eyes sparkled with excitement, and Jayceon couldn’t help but smile at the innocence of the child’s desire.

Following the direction of Leandro’s tiny finger, Jayceon spotted Arabella standing a short distance away. She was a striking figure in a cream-colored coat that accentuated her tall frame. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, the ends curling slightly in a way that was utterly captivating. It was the kind of beauty that made it hard to look away.

Their gazes locked for a brief moment, and in that instant, a myriad of unspoken words hung in the air between them. Arabella, her expression inscrutable, raised her phone and snapped a picture, capturing a moment that felt both intimate and distant at once.

Jayceon’s heart sank, the darkness in his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions he struggled to articulate. He gently handed Leandro to the driver, his mind racing as he began to walk toward Arabella, each step heavy with the weight of their shared past.

However, before he could close the distance, Arabella swiftly climbed into a waiting taxi and drove away, leaving him standing there, a hollow ache settling in his chest. Three years of marriage had passed, with a meager six months spent apart, yet now, their reunion felt shrouded in an uncomfortable silence. Neither had anticipated crossing paths like this, and the air was thick with unresolved tension.

“Uncle Jayceon, I want to eat KFC!” Leandro’s voice broke through Jayceon’s reverie as he clung to Jayceon’s leg, repeating his request with innocent persistence. It took a moment, but Jayceon finally snapped back to reality, lifting Leandro into the car and instructing the driver, “To KFC, please.”

An hour later, Samuel found Jayceon waiting at the entrance of the apartment complex where Georgina lived. With a knowing look, he pointed toward the gate. “Arabella’s back in the country. What are you doing here instead of searching for her?”

Jayceon shot Samuel a complicated glance, his thoughts swirling, and slid into the car without uttering a word. Samuel lingered outside, his curiosity piqued. “Are you really wearing that ludicrously expensive pink diamond ring you bought for her at the auction?” he pressed, his tone teasing yet serious.

Jayceon evaded the question with practiced ease. “We already ran into each other today at the kindergarten entrance,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with an underlying tension.

“Seriously? You ignore your own wife for half a year while she’s abroad, and now you’re busy playing dad to someone else’s kid? If I were Arabella, I’d be furious!” Samuel exclaimed, incredulity etched across his face.

Jayceon’s expression remained largely unchanged, though a flicker of something deeper passed through his eyes. “Georgina’s mom is away for a few days, and Georgina is swamped with work. She had no choice but to call me,” he explained slowly, each word deliberate. “Arabella is back for good this time. We have plenty of time to sort things out.”

The private dining room fell into a deep silence following her declaration. Jayceon’s expression hardened, his features set in stone as he processed her words. Samuel glanced at him, then awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of how to proceed. “Arabella, you and Jay have been married for three years. You can’t joke like that,” he said, attempting to lighten the mood.

But the others quickly chimed in, eager to support Jayceon. “Arabella, everyone knows how much Jay spoils you. If he had someone on the side, I’d eat my hat,” one girl said with a laugh.

“Jay is a successful man and a devoted family man. He’s the gold standard for good husbands in our circle,” another added, nodding enthusiastically.

“Yeah, Arabella, Mr. Melendez is famous for his self-control,” a third chimed in, trying to ease the tension.

Arabella listened to their chatter with an air of calm detachment. She held Jayceon’s gaze, unflinching, and declared, “We’re in the middle of divorce proceedings. If you don’t believe me, ask him.”

All eyes turned to Jayceon, the room holding its breath in anticipation.

Setting his glass down, Jayceon stood up, the weight of the moment palpable. He strode over to Arabella, bending slightly to grab her purse before taking her wrist firmly in his hand and leading her out of the private dining room, leaving behind a whirlwind of speculation and unanswered questions.