Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 123

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

**Chapter 123**

Jayceon stood silently, observing the tempest of emotions swirling within Arabella. Her fury was palpable, a storm brewing in her dark eyes, and he could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on them both.

“Arabella,” he began, his voice steady yet tinged with urgency. “Your parents are aging, your mother’s health is deteriorating, and your brother is facing his SATs next year. If you choose to go to jail, your family will lose their only pillar of support. You and Emmett are immediate family; your decisions will directly impact his future.”

The words struck Arabella like a lightning bolt, igniting her rage. “You have no right to talk about my family! Just shut up!” she shouted, her voice trembling with indignation.

Meeting her fiery gaze, Jayceon maintained his composure. “You’ve spent the last six months in Brazoria, pouring your energy into work and study. The career you fought so hard to rebuild, your future, even your entire life—are you truly willing to throw it all away? Is that what you want?”

Arabella felt the ground shift beneath her as his words sank in. She stumbled back, her legs unsteady, and then the floodgates opened—tears streamed down her cheeks, a torrent of despair.

Jayceon’s words pierced through her like daggers, each syllable driving deeper into her heart, igniting a pain so profound that it left her gasping for breath. A wave of dizziness crashed over her, and before she knew it, her body succumbed to the weight of her anguish, collapsing onto the cold floor.

Jayceon loomed over her, his gaze fixed on her worn face, the shadows of exhaustion etched deeply into her features. He made no move to assist her, nor did he offer any solace. In that moment, they were not husband and wife, but rather two adversaries engaged in a high-stakes negotiation.

“Arabella,” he said flatly, his tone devoid of warmth, “we are both adults. Every choice comes with consequences.”

His eyes bore into hers as he continued, “If you insist on abandoning your parents and your underage brother just to spite me—trading ten years in prison for a fleeting taste of freedom—I won’t stop you.”

Arabella, shaken and vulnerable, struggled to rise from the floor. She staggered toward him, her gaze locked onto his. In that moment, their eyes met, and Arabella’s lips quivered, her expression morphing into one of confusion as if she were staring at a stranger.

“Jayceon,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “are you a devil?”

Even in the depths of her despair, she grappled with the reality that despite his indifference, they had shared two decades of intertwined lives. He had her cornered, leaving her without an escape route.

Jayceon stood resolute, a fortress of composure. “Arabella, you’ve been my wife for three years now. I don’t believe I’ve ever treated you unjustly. There’s no need for this dramatics.”

In a final act of rebellion, Arabella bit down hard on his shoulder, her frustration manifesting in that fierce gesture. Jayceon winced, feeling the sharp sting, but he refused to release her, allowing her to vent her turmoil against him.

As the room fell into a heavy silence, the tension began to dissipate. Gradually, the pressure of her bite eased, and Arabella’s body grew limp, sliding down against him.

“Arabella,” he murmured softly, calling her name as he felt her slip away. When no response came, a sinking realization dawned on him—she had fainted.

Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, urgency propelling him forward. He quickly dialed for help, and the family doctor arrived in no time, assessing the situation with practiced ease.

Arabella had succumbed to low blood sugar compounded by overwhelming emotional distress. The doctor swiftly administered a glucose solution, his movements efficient and calm.

Once the doctor departed, Jayceon dimmed the lights in the room, leaving only a soft glow above the bed. In the muted light, Arabella’s face appeared ghostly pale, a stark contrast to the vibrant spirit he knew.

Leaning against the headboard beside her, Jayceon felt a mix of concern and frustration. He watched her, lost in thought, grappling with the weight of their tumultuous relationship and the choices that lay ahead.