Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 156

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

**Chapter 156**

Arabella’s blatant disregard for the situation was like a match to Jayceon’s already simmering anger.

With a swift motion, he seized Arabella’s wrist, halting her just inches from the edge of the bed. His expression darkened, shadows dancing across his features as he confronted her, “You spent the entire night out on Christmas Eve, intoxicated. Have I been too lenient with you lately?”

Arabella, unfazed, shook off his grip and gracefully ascended onto the bed, her eyes wide and innocent as if she were the epitome of purity. “I merely went out with friends to celebrate the holiday. Is it really necessary to be this furious with me?”

Jayceon felt the pulse in his temples throbbing, a visible sign of his restrained fury.

He cast his gaze downward, locking onto hers with an intensity that could burn through steel. His voice deepened, laden with a weight of disappointment, “Your phone was turned off, you didn’t return home all night, and then you waltz in front of my family, reeking of alcohol and draped in another man’s jacket. And you dare to claim it was just a celebration?”

Arabella’s eyes fell, the spark of defiance flickering as she sensed the storm brewing between them.

It seemed inevitable that they would clash before any semblance of peace could be restored.

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, stripped of any pretense. “Jayceon, on Christmas Eve, you left me stranded on the roadside to be with the woman you love and your son. I didn’t make a fuss, did I?”

Jayceon replied, “I promised I’d return soon.”

Arabella shot back, her tone sharp, “Whether you returned or not was your choice, but in that moment, you already made your decision!”

The atmosphere thickened with tension, an electric charge hanging between them.

Silence enveloped them, a heavy blanket that muffled their thoughts.

After what felt like an eternity, Jayceon broke the stillness, his voice low and probing, “If you cared so deeply, why did you feign generosity and encourage me to go with them?”

Arabella let out a laugh, a sound tinged with bitterness. “Jayceon, do you really see me as some kind of doormat?”

She continued, “When I discovered you had reconciled with Georgina and fathered a child, how many times did I reach out to you, and how many times did you wound me?”

Jayceon’s gaze darkened, an ominous storm brewing in his deep-set eyes.

He stepped forward, gripping her wrist with a fierce determination that sent a shiver down her spine, yanking her closer until she lost her balance and fell to her knees on the bed.

He held the back of her neck, leaning in until their faces were mere inches apart. “So, all your promises, your passion, your willingness to be obedient—it was all an act? You were merely playing along with me?”

Arabella met his intense gaze, unflinching. “What else was I supposed to do? Did you honestly believe that after your betrayal, after all the pain you caused me, I could still love you unconditionally as I once did?”

Jayceon searched her eyes, his focus wavering as if he were drifting into a memory that haunted him.

He continued, “From this day forward, you will adhere to every stipulation within this document. Your work hours may belong to you, but the rest of your time is mine. You must be home before ten p.m., and that’s not open for discussion.”

Arabella, fueled by indignation, tossed the agreement aside and rose from the bed.

Standing barefoot before Jayceon, she challenged him, “The agreement doesn’t stipulate that I must return home immediately after work.”

Jayceon’s eyes darkened, his demeanor calm yet commanding, his tone unwavering. “Arabella, I set the rules. You are in no position to negotiate with me.”

Faced with Jayceon’s domineering presence, Arabella’s voice escalated, “Jayceon, you’re crossing a line!”

A cruel smirk twisted Jayceon’s lips, his gaze unyielding.

He warned her, his voice flat, “I have countless ways to ensure you lose your current job. Feel free to test my resolve.”

“Jayceon, you heartless bastard!”

In a fit of rage, Arabella slapped Jayceon hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room.

The force of the blow sent his head snapping to the side, and as he pressed his tongue against his cheek, a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes when he turned back to face her.