Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 202

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

**Chapter 202**

As Arabella lay in bed, the rhythmic sound of Jayceon’s breathing beside her created an oddly comforting backdrop. Yet, despite the tranquility surrounding her, sleep eluded her grasp. Thoughts swirled in her mind like a tempest, each one more troubling than the last. Just hours before, in the presence of Jayceon’s friends, she had attempted to persuade Georgina to slip him a drug, but her efforts had crumbled into nothingness.

The weight of the night lingered heavily on her heart. From the moment they returned home until they settled into bed, Jayceon had remained silent, avoiding any mention of her failed plan. His silence gnawed at her, amplifying her sense of unease. Something felt profoundly off, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that a storm was brewing beneath the surface.

Morning arrived, and with it came the mundane rituals of getting ready for work. Arabella splashed water on her face, staring into the mirror at her own reflection, searching for answers. She couldn’t help but feel that the day ahead was shrouded in uncertainty.

“Sir, Mrs. Melendez, breakfast is ready,” Victoria called from the doorway, her voice breaking through Arabella’s thoughts.

Arabella glanced toward the closet where Jayceon was lingering, seemingly lost in his own world. Deciding to proceed without him, she made her way to the dining room alone. The aroma of millet congee filled the air, but even the comforting scent couldn’t ease the tension she felt. After consuming just half a bowl, she knew she needed to leave for work.

As she exited the dining room, she felt a firm grip around her wrist. It was Jayceon, his expression unreadable.

“Victoria, you can head home for now,” he instructed, his voice calm but commanding.

Victoria nodded, removing her apron before making her exit. Once they were alone, Arabella pulled her wrist free from Jayceon’s grasp, irritation bubbling to the surface. “If you have something to say, let’s discuss it tonight. I can’t be late for work.”

His gaze pierced through her, and he replied, “I took the day off for you.”

The words struck Arabella like a bolt of lightning, igniting a fierce anger within her. “What gives you the right to take a day off for me without even asking?” she shot back, her voice rising.

Jayceon remained silent, his eyes locked onto hers, and in that moment, Arabella felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She instinctively stepped back, grasping the glass doorframe for support, her body betraying her as discomfort settled in.

Her eyes flickered to the unfinished bowl of congee, and then back to Jayceon, disbelief etched across her features. “You actually…?”

Jayceon stepped closer, his presence both commanding and unsettling. “This is the only way you’ll learn your lesson,” he said, his tone flat but laden with an unspoken threat.

Arabella could only close her eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion that enveloped her. Jayceon lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on her, before he turned and left the room, the door clicking softly behind him.

Once he was gone, Arabella opened her eyes, the quiet of the room settling around her. She leaned over the edge of the bed, her heart racing as she tipped over the trash can. Condoms and wrappers spilled out, a stark reminder of their reckless encounters. She counted them, her tension easing slightly with each one. Jayceon already had a son with Georgina, so the fear of pregnancy was somewhat alleviated, but a new worry crept in—what if he intended to use a child as leverage to control her?

Jayceon was cunning; she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.

“If you’re still worried, take the pill,” he said, re-entering the room with a glass of water. In his hand, he held a morning-after pill, presenting it to her with an unsettling calmness.

Arabella glanced at the package, her resolve firm. She took the pill without hesitation, a flicker of relief washing over her. It seemed she had been right; Jayceon had no intention of having a child with her.

As she swallowed the pill, Jayceon’s expression shifted, a tense relief washing over his features, but his hands remained clenched at his sides. He gave her one last, lingering look before exiting the room, his demeanor returning to its cold, calculating nature.

Arabella surrendered to sleep once more, the world fading away until the afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, marking the passage of time.