Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 159

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 159**

Arabella had convinced herself that her heart, already riddled with wounds and scars, had reached its limit for pain. Yet, the moment she heard Jayceon’s brazen taunt, a fresh wave of anguish washed over her. It was as if each word he spoke was a dagger, twisting deeper into the already fragile fabric of her emotions.

Every misstep in this tumultuous journey, every hesitant stride she took toward Jayceon, had become a harsh lesson etched into her soul. She could feel the weight of her lost pride, the essence of who she once was slipping through her fingers like sand. Once a naive girl, she had transformed into a woman burdened by complexity, a carefree spirit now encased in layers of defenses.

A deep yearning for her former self gnawed at her insides, while a weariness for the present settled heavily on her shoulders. And the future? It loomed before her like a dark cloud, filled with uncertainty and dread.

As she took a tentative step forward, gripping the back of a nearby chair for support, the room began to spin in a dizzying whirl. It felt as though the very ground beneath her was shifting, and before she could comprehend what was happening, she was toppling toward the entrance of the restaurant.

“Arabella!”

Jayceon’s voice cut through the chaos, and in an instant, he was there, his arms wrapping around her just as she was about to hit the floor. The world around her faded, and all she could focus on was the warmth of his embrace.

“Jayceon, I regret this so much…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet he caught every syllable.

At the threshold of the restaurant, he held her tightly, as if trying to shield her from all the hurt that surrounded them. His heart was heavy, and he felt the sting of tears welling in his eyes. “Arabella, I won’t let you regret this,” he promised, his voice a mixture of determination and sorrow.

When Arabella finally stirred from her daze, it was already evening. She fought through the discomfort that enveloped her body, pushing herself to sit up and confront the barrage of missed calls and unread messages that awaited her. With a sigh, she finally dialed her parents’ number, knowing that they would be eager to hear from her.

On the line, Kayla’s voice was filled with concern, and it didn’t take long for her to sense something was amiss. Arabella, however, quickly masked her feelings, claiming her hoarseness was merely a result of a cold.

As she spoke, her eyes caught sight of Jayceon as he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. She felt an urge to end the call abruptly, wanting to shield her parents from the turmoil that had erupted between her and Jayceon, especially during the holiday season. The last thing she wanted was for them to worry, to lose their appetite or sleep over her troubles.

Jayceon approached her bedside, a gentle smile breaking through the tension. “Victoria made you some pear soup,” he said, extending the cup toward her.

Arabella glanced at him, momentarily taken aback by the kindness in his gesture. Yet, instead of accepting it, she lay back down, closing her eyes in a bid to escape the reality that surrounded her.

Jayceon shook his head, his voice firm. “That’s not necessary.”

But Georgina pressed on, undeterred. “Jay, these cosmetic sets are from a major brand and they’re incredibly expensive. It feels wasteful for someone like me to use them, especially since I can’t bring myself to. You and your wife have been so kind to my son and me; it’s only right that I give something back.”

“My wife studied medicine,” Jayceon replied, his tone clipped. “She’s very particular about her skincare products. She only uses professional-grade items.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Jayceon hung up, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air.

When he returned to the bedroom, he found Arabella lying down, her back turned to him. He stood there for what felt like an eternity, simply gazing at her, a myriad of emotions swirling within him. Without uttering a word, he took the empty cup from the bedside and left the room, the silence between them heavy and suffocating.

As night descended, Jayceon found himself on the balcony, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, the smoke curling into the cool evening air. Memories of his childhood flooded back—his father’s infidelity, the bitter arguments that echoed through the walls of their home. It had become a battleground, a place where love was lost, and he had long dreaded returning to that suffocating atmosphere.

He had vowed, deep down, that when he married, he would be unwaveringly loyal to his wife and family. The tragic tale of his parents would not repeat itself in his life. Yet now, it seemed his circumstances were even more tangled than his father’s ever had been. Georgina had been utterly shattered by his grandfather’s actions, all for his sake.