Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 74

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 74**

As the conversation progressed, Roderick’s demeanor took on a more serious tone. “But let’s be honest,” he continued, his voice steady yet firm. “We’ve spoiled Arabella beyond reason since her childhood. She’s developed a fierce temper and demands a lot of attention. Frankly, she isn’t worthy of someone like you. Now that you have someone you truly care for and a child to think about, you need to realize that Arabella will no longer be a hindrance in your life. It’s time to cut ties and get a divorce.”

Jayceon’s face hardened at his father’s words, the tension palpable in the air.

He forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace, as he attempted to articulate his feelings. “Dad, Mom, there are aspects of this situation that I really can’t explain to you. Believe me or not, but I’ve never once considered divorcing Arabella.”

Rising from his seat, Jayceon’s frustration bubbled to the surface. “Please, Dad, Mom, I need you to step back from my marriage. This is something my wife and I need to sort out on our own.”

Kayla, her heart aching for her daughter, interjected with a sharper tone, “Jay, a man of integrity honors his commitments. We’ve already managed to gather the 150 million dollars you wanted. For the sake of that girl who has loved you since childhood, stop tormenting her and finalize the divorce.”

Jayceon brushed her words aside, his focus unwavering. “Mom, can you please tell me where Arabella has gone? What’s her current address?”

Kayla turned away from him, her back a wall of resolve. “My daughter has finally stopped crying. I won’t allow you to make her suffer again.”

Roderick stood up, moving towards the door with purpose. “We’ve said what we needed to say. Now, you should go home and reflect on this. Make arrangements to obtain the Divorce Certificate with Arabella as soon as you can.”

Though Arabella’s parents were seething with anger over Jayceon’s betrayal, they chose to maintain a semblance of civility, holding back their harsher sentiments.

Jayceon stood there, his gaze fixed on Kayla’s back, feeling an unfamiliar chill in the air.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he strode towards the door.

Stopping just in front of Roderick, he declared, “Dad, Mom, I am not going to divorce Arabella.”

With that, he exited, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving a silence that felt heavy and unresolved.

Jayceon lingered by the door, unwilling to leave just yet.

Throughout his childhood, every visit to the Palmers had been filled with warmth and affection; Arabella’s parents had always treated him like their own son. They had offered support during his struggles, their concern evident even when they couldn’t provide real solutions.

When Arabella had attempted to leave him not long ago, her parents still made an effort to cook for him and inquire about his work whenever he came by.

Now, however, he sensed a distinct coldness from them, a distance that felt both foreign and painful.

“She wouldn’t do that,” Jayceon replied, his conviction unwavering. “She’s just furious. Bringing Georgina and her son into our home, giving Georgina the ring… she’s doing it to force my hand, to make me choose.”

Samuel stared at him, a mix of pity and frustration flooding his expression, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Later that night, Samuel drove Jayceon back home.

As they reached the entryway, Jayceon’s gaze fell on the slippers Georgina had laid out for him. He hesitated, the thought of putting them on feeling like a betrayal, yet he refrained from doing so.

Samuel stepped into the living room, taking in the French-cream decor with a scoff. “No offense, Jay, but Georgina’s taste is miles worse than Arabella’s. This decor… if your grandma were still around, she might actually appreciate it.”

Jayceon shot him a warning glance. “Please, don’t let Kim know that Arabella has left the country.”

Samuel’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Have you met your sister? You really think I can keep that under wraps?”

Jayceon didn’t respond, dragging his weary body upstairs instead.

After a refreshing shower and changing into his pajamas, he made his way straight to the study, determined to confront the mess that lay ahead.