Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 127

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

**Chapter 127**

Jayceon adopted his usual businesslike demeanor, his voice steady and unwavering. “I’m not compelling you, Arabella. You’re under no obligation to sign.”

Just as the weight of his words hung in the air, Arabella’s phone buzzed insistently, breaking the tension. She quickly gathered herself, the anxiety that had been coiling in her chest loosening just a bit as she answered the call.

When she heard the reassuring news that her mother was no longer in danger and had been transferred to a regular ward, a wave of relief washed over her. The relentless knot in her stomach finally began to unravel.

With a swift motion, Jayceon took the agreement from her trembling hands, uncapped a sleek pen, and extended it toward her like a lifeline. “As long as you follow my instructions and embrace your role as Mrs. Melendez, this agreement will shield you from harm.”

Arabella’s fingers shook as she grasped the pen, the weight of the moment crashing down on her. It had come to this; she found herself at a crossroads with no other options left to consider. There was no room for hesitation now.

With a deep breath, she flipped to the final page and signed her name, each stroke of the pen feeling like a finality she couldn’t escape. Jayceon took the contract from her, pulling the pen from her grasp, and in a sudden movement, he seized her arm, noticing how badly she was shaking.

In an unexpected gesture, Jayceon stepped closer, enveloping her in his arms. He held her there, both silent and still, as if they were two souls reunited after a long separation.

Arabella felt a strange numbness wash over her as she melted into his embrace. She struggled to lift the corners of her mouth into a semblance of a smile, but the effort felt monumental, and for a long moment, no sound escaped her lips.

From this point forward, she would not be Jayceon’s childhood sweetheart, nor would she be his wife or lover. She was simply to be Mrs. Melendez, a title that felt heavy and suffocating.

The reality settled in: she had to be obedient, rational, understanding, and above all, tolerant. There was no room for tears, no space for outbursts. She had to uphold Jayceon’s dignity while simultaneously bearing the burden of Georgina and her son.

In essence, she was to become a mere facade.

“I’ll run you a bath,” Jayceon’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts, pulling her back to the present.

He guided her gently into the bathroom, and after her shower, she allowed him to blow-dry her hair, his touch tender and careful, before he carried her to bed.

To her relief, Jayceon simply held her close as they drifted into sleep, making no unreasonable demands.

In the enveloping darkness of the room, Arabella lay wide awake, her eyes staring into the void. She realized that no awakening in this world comes without its share of pain.

The harsh truth dawned on her: growing up often meant losing the very essence of who you once were.

Sleep eluded her throughout the night, and as dawn began to break, she finally rose, knowing she needed to visit the hospital where her mother was now settled in a regular ward.

As she moved, a firm yet gentle force wrapped around her waist. Arabella turned to see Jayceon, his sleepy voice laced with concern. “Why not sleep a little longer?”

In the early days of their marriage, she had often complained about the monotony of his black and white shirts. She had tried to infuse color into his attire, purchasing shirts in vibrant shades, hoping to coax him into changing his style.

To get him to wear those shirts, she had resorted to pleading, acting hurt, and even picking petty fights. Yet, the outcome was always the same: Jayceon never donned a single one.

After three years of watching him parade around in his typical black and white suits, she had begrudgingly grown accustomed to it.

Reflecting on her past self, Arabella felt a pang of regret. It hadn’t been worth the effort.

With a sigh, she selected a suit and handed it to Jayceon. Without a moment’s hesitation, he began changing right before her eyes.

As she turned to exit the walk-in closet, Jayceon caught her by the waist, preventing her escape.

Arabella attempted to twist away, but he held her firmly, their connection electric.

Looking into her eyes, Jayceon spoke softly, “I’m heading out now.”

Arabella lifted her gaze, their eyes locking in a moment that felt both familiar and foreign.