Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 132

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

**Chapter 132**

Arabella’s heart raced with frustration as she stormed into the room, her voice slicing through the air like a hot knife. “Jayceon, I’m back now, and you have to give me that jewelry set!” Her words were filled with a mix of desperation and indignation, a plea wrapped in fury.

Jayceon, however, remained composed. He took her hands gently, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter despite her anger. For a moment, the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them in a charged silence.

“Arabella,” he began slowly, his tone measured, “the 1.5 billion from the jewelry you sold… just think of it as a gift to your parents from me. I bought this set back for you, but I need to hold onto it for now.”

The words struck Arabella like a thunderclap, igniting her fury anew. “That one and a half billion was the money from selling my mom’s jewelry! It has nothing to do with you!” she shouted, her voice rising, echoing off the walls. The betrayal felt sharp, a knife twisting in her gut.

Jayceon, unfazed, attempted to clarify. “But you have the money now, and I retrieved the jewelry for you.” His voice was calm, but the undercurrent of frustration was palpable.

Arabella’s eyes blazed with indignation. “You got them back, but you didn’t give them to me!” She felt the heat of her anger rising, her cheeks flushed with emotion.

Jayceon let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. “Arabella, do you understand why I won’t hand over the jewelry to you?” His voice was steady, but there was a hint of vulnerability beneath it.

Arabella, unable to contain her rage, fired back, “Because you want to control me! Because you’re an asshole!” The words tumbled from her lips, raw and unfiltered.

Jayceon’s expression shifted, becoming serious as he faced her. “Because you’re back, but your heart isn’t with me.” His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths.

“When you decide to embrace being the real Mrs. Melendez again,” he continued, “I will place this jewelry in your hands.” His resolve was unyielding, and Arabella felt a sharp pang in her chest.

As her eyes glistened with unshed tears, she bit down on her lower lip, trying to quell the storm inside her. Jayceon, noticing her gradual calmness, leaned closer, wrapping his arms around her in a gesture of comfort. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, pressing it firmly into her palm.

“This is the key to the apartment downtown. Let your parents move back in,” he said, his voice softening.

Arabella pulled away from his embrace, the warmth of his body replaced by a cold sense of determination. “My parents have a place to live. If you really care about them, then return that jewelry to the Palmer family.” Her voice was steady, but inside, she felt the tremors of uncertainty.

Jayceon met her gaze, unwavering. “You’re Mrs. Melendez. It’s not right for your parents to continue living in a government-subsidized resettlement apartment.” His words were firm, a stark reminder of the reality they were both entangled in.

Arabella felt a twitch at the corner of her lips, a flicker of rebellion igniting within her, but she chose silence instead. In Jayceon’s eyes, she was merely a prop, a necessary accessory for the image he wished to portray. When he needed her to maintain appearances, she would have to comply, regardless of her own desires.

The following evening, Arabella made her entrance, a vision in a stunning evening gown that shimmered like the starry night sky. She clung to Jayceon’s arm, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Jayceon, clad in a tailored black suit, exuded confidence and charm, his tall frame and striking features drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. As they stepped into the venue, they became the center of attention, the perfect couple that turned heads and sparked whispers.

A young couple approached them, the man grinning widely. “Jay, I haven’t seen you at one of these events in ages.”

Jayceon casually draped his arm around Arabella’s shoulder, his voice warm as he replied, “My wife was studying abroad for a bit, and it’s no fun coming out alone.”

The moment those words left his lips, Mr. Dawson chimed in, admiration evident in his tone. “You really are the model husband of our circle.”

A sarcastic smile crept onto Arabella’s face, the irony not lost on her. Just like him—he could weave a web of lies with such ease, as if they were the most natural truths.