Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 183

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 183**

That insufferable Arabella.

It was painfully obvious that tonight was meant to be a date for her and Jayceon, yet she had the audacity to drag me along. This wasn’t an act of kindness; no, she brought me here with the sole intention of humiliating me, of turning me into a laughingstock.

As we arrived at the restaurant, Jayceon, with an air of determination, seized Arabella’s wrist and guided her toward a sleek luxury car parked nearby. His long strides echoed with purpose, and Arabella, unable to break free from his grip, had no choice but to jog alongside him, her heels clicking nervously against the pavement.

One after the other, they climbed into the car, and with a soft click, the doors locked behind them. I could see Jayceon’s lips pressed into a tight line, anger simmering just beneath the surface as he shot a glance at Arabella.

Arabella, unfazed, cleared her throat and asked, “Are you planning to argue with me here, or would you prefer to save it for home?”

Their marriage was a decaying shell, and for Arabella, arguments had become a mundane routine, stripped of any real emotion.

Jayceon, visibly restraining his temper, turned the ignition, and they drove back to their neighborhood in a heavy silence, the tension palpable in the air.

Upon exiting the car, Arabella unexpectedly bumped into Arthur. The two exchanged polite greetings, their voices light and casual as they made their way toward the elevator, leaving Jayceon behind, his expression dark and brooding.

As Arabella glanced back at him, Jayceon felt a flicker of urgency and began to follow them, his heart pounding with irritation.

The three of them stepped into the elevator, and Arthur, with an inviting smile, turned to Arabella. “I don’t particularly like the curtains in my bedroom. Would you mind coming up to help me decide on a better color?”

Arabella hesitated, her eyes darting to Jayceon, who stood beside her like a storm cloud. “What if I just go up for a few minutes and then come right back down?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Their gazes locked for a brief moment, tension crackling between them, but before they could speak further, the elevator doors slid open.

Jayceon, with an inscrutable expression, pulled Arabella out of the elevator, his grip firm yet silent. They entered the apartment, and Arabella quickly slipped into her slippers, trying to shake off the unease that clung to her.

Noticing Jayceon standing rigidly by the shoe cabinet, she took the initiative and retrieved his slippers, hoping to ease the tension.

But instead of gratitude, Jayceon bent down, seized Arabella’s arm, and yanked her in front of him. His voice, though calm, was laced with restrained fury. “Arabella, don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

For a moment, they simply stared at one another, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire.

“Tell me the truth,” Jayceon pressed, “Why did you have her bring me medicine, and why did you take her to dinner?”

Arabella, fueled by a sudden surge of defiance, pushed him away and stood her ground. “Jayceon, you’re the one avoiding the truth. I’m trying to help you, and I can’t believe you don’t see that.”

In a swift motion, Jayceon grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer. “How many times must I say it? I’m only protecting her because I don’t want Grandpa to give her and her son a hard time again. Beyond that child, there’s nothing between Georgina and me. Don’t take what I said in front of Grandpa that day to heart.”

His words were forceful, yet Arabella just let out a laugh, one that echoed with disbelief.

“Jayceon, it’s a fact that you and Georgina have a son, isn’t it?” she challenged, her voice steady. “You’ll raise that child together for the rest of your lives, right?”

She continued, her tone unwavering, “During that time, you’ll sacrifice everything for them—your body, your life, your time, your money, your energy. Everything you have already belongs to them. So why are you still pretending with me?”