Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 209

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 209**

Arabella stood before Jayceon, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her, her heart racing as if it were trying to escape her chest. The tension between them was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

In that moment, she found herself wishing for a massive confrontation, one that would erupt into a fiery argument, leaving them both simmering in silence for three long days. The thought of such a release was almost comforting, a way to channel the chaos that had settled over their relationship like a heavy fog.

With a determined stride, Arabella turned on her heel, heading toward her bedroom, but Jayceon’s voice sliced through the air, halting her in her tracks. “You’re going there to treat him, not to risk your life. If you run into danger, learn to protect yourself first,” he cautioned, his tone laced with concern.

Arabella paused, her body tense as she pivoted to face him. “You can risk your life for love, so why can’t I risk mine for my career?” she shot back, her voice sharp, her eyes locking onto his as if searching for understanding.

Jayceon stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking, his gaze intense as he declared, “My life is yours.”

A scoff escaped Arabella’s lips, her skepticism palpable. “I’d sooner believe the world was ending than believe a word you say,” she retorted, the weight of his words feeling heavy and insincere. With that, she turned once more, retreating to the sanctuary of her bedroom, leaving Jayceon standing there, his expression a mixture of frustration and unresolved feelings.

Days passed, and as the world outside continued its relentless march forward, Arabella found herself consumed by work. The chaos of her job was a welcome distraction, but it couldn’t drown out the erratic behavior of Jayceon, which seemed to grow more pronounced with each passing day.

“What the hell is wrong with that Georgina?” Arabella thought, the name swirling in her mind like a bitter aftertaste. The mere mention of her had sent Jayceon spiraling, and now she was nowhere to be found, hiding from the fallout of his frantic phone call. “He’s acting like he’s lost his mind,” she mused, shaking her head in disbelief.

Before she knew it, the calendar flipped to March, the days blending into one another, filled with work and the increasingly bizarre interactions with Jayceon. One morning, as she prepared to leave, he suddenly blocked her path, his expression serious.

“Arabella, think about it. How long has it been since you’ve had a proper meal at home?” he asked, concern etching lines on his forehead.

Arabella rolled her eyes, pushing past him as she slipped on her shoes. “If you’re bored eating alone, go find Georgina and your son to keep you company,” she replied, her tone dismissive, but the moment she saw the shadow cross his face, her heart softened just a fraction.

“Or I could call Sam and Arthur to eat with you,” she added, half-heartedly trying to lighten the mood as she reached for the door. But before she could escape, Jayceon grasped her wrist, pulling her closer, his eyes searching hers.

“We haven’t had a meal together as husband and wife in a long time. I’ll book a restaurant for tonight. I can pick you up after work?” he proposed, his voice earnest, a hint of desperation lacing his words.

Arabella hesitated, torn between her stubbornness and the flicker of hope that his proposition ignited. “Have Victoria come over to cook. I’ll come back early from work,” she finally agreed, her voice softening as she met his hopeful gaze.

Samuel and Seth ambled towards the washroom, their casual demeanor contrasting sharply with Jayceon’s darkening mood. As they passed him, Samuel chimed in, “We didn’t just crash this today. Arabella invited us.”

Leo leaned in with a smirk, “Don’t look so sour just because we’re here. Arabella said I could eat whatever I want and not to be formal.”

Jayceon’s patience was wearing thin. “Please call her Mrs. Melendez, or Dr. Palmer,” he corrected, his voice firm, trying to assert boundaries.

With a cheeky grin, Leo replied, “Nope. Arabella said she likes it when I call her that.”

The evening he had anticipated for days was unraveling before him, the hope of rekindling their connection slipping away like sand through his fingers. Throughout the meal, he remained silent, his grim expression betraying his inner turmoil as he pushed food around on his plate, unable to muster the appetite.

Once Samuel and Seth finally left, the atmosphere shifted, but the weight of the evening lingered. As Arabella began to clean up, Leo called out to her, claiming he had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep, asking her to bring an incense stick upstairs.

Arabella sighed, rolling out of bed, her mind racing as she searched for the special incense stick she had crafted for Leo, a blend of calming scents meant to soothe restless nights. As she moved, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the night was far from over, and the spark between her and Jayceon remained unlit, waiting for the right moment to ignite once more.