Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 67

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

**Chapter 67**

With her eyes swollen and red from crying, Arabella turned to Georgina and uttered, “I’m giving Jay back to you.” The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, a bittersweet promise that felt both liberating and suffocating at the same time.

“Ms. Carrillo,” Arabella continued, her voice trembling slightly, “please don’t mention this to him just yet. He needs to concentrate on his business deal abroad. When he returns in three days, you two can surprise him together.” The thought of a surprise filled her with a bittersweet hope, a flicker of light in her otherwise shadowed heart.

As she made her way home, Arabella couldn’t recall how she had arrived there. The journey was a blur, a haze of emotions swirling around her like a storm, leaving her disoriented and numb.

Once in the solitude of her bedroom, she lay in silence, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if it held the answers to her turmoil. Ever since Georgina and her son had reentered their lives, Arabella had experienced a tumultuous rollercoaster of emotions—resentment giving way to hysteria, which then spiraled into a deep, aching despair.

She had fought tooth and nail to untangle herself from Jayceon, to sever the ties that bound them. Yet, despite her efforts, Jayceon had consistently evaded the core of their issues, always attempting to ‘fix’ her instead of addressing their problems.

Years of love, passion, and shared dreams made it nearly impossible to extricate Jayceon from her heart. The thought of releasing him felt like tearing out a piece of her very soul. But in her heart, she knew that clinging to this marriage was futile. She longed for a resolution that would allow them both to preserve their dignity, to emerge from the wreckage with some semblance of respect for one another.

The morning sun crept through her curtains, and Arabella was jolted awake by the shrill ringing of her phone.

“Arabella, did you redecorate the house?” Kimberly’s voice cut through the fog of her thoughts, pulling her abruptly into reality.

Startled, Arabella shot up in bed, her heart racing. “Did you come looking for me?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Kimberly’s response about seeing a construction company unloading materials brought a wave of relief washing over Arabella. She had made it clear to Georgina the night before that she needed to keep their movements discreet. There was no way Georgina would be foolish enough to let the Melendez family discover she had moved into the home she once shared with Jayceon before his return.

Meanwhile, back at the marital home, Kimberly ended the call. Samuel, her partner, halted a worker passing by, his brow furrowed with concern. “Are you absolutely certain the person who hired you for the renovations is named Palmer?” he pressed, his voice tinged with urgency.

The worker retrieved the renovation contract, pointing to the signature on the bottom right corner. “We couldn’t have begun work without the homeowner’s consent,” he explained matter-of-factly.

Samuel’s eyes landed on Arabella’s signature, and he felt a sense of disbelief wash over him. “No, I need to call your brother,” he declared, pulling Kimberly into the car with him.

Arabella’s voice came through, surprisingly calm, “There’s a safe room between the master bedroom and your study. It contains many of your valuables. I haven’t touched a thing.”

Hearing her sweet, reassuring words after so many days of silence made Jayceon’s heart inexplicably warm. “Put your work on hold for now,” he suggested gently. “Don’t go to Grandpa by yourself. Wait for me to return before we discuss anything.”

“That’s not necessary,” Arabella replied, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. “I’ve already quit my job.”

Jayceon’s grip on the phone tightened at her revelation. After a brief pause, he attempted to comfort her, “It’s okay that you quit. You’re my wife; you shouldn’t have to work so hard. When I get back, I’ll give you my secondary card.”

Arabella’s response was devoid of enthusiasm, “We’ll talk when you get back.”

To his surprise, she didn’t refuse his offer, and a smile crept onto Jayceon’s face. “Is there any gift you want?” he asked, genuinely curious.

In their three years of marriage, he had offered her his secondary card multiple times, but she had always declined. It struck him that the return of Georgina and her son had somehow shaken her confidence, making her more aware of his wealth and the life he could provide.