Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 76

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 76**

Jayceon cast his gaze downward, concealing the tumult of emotions swirling within him. “I’ll speak with her later and do my best to convince her to return,” he stated, though doubt lingered in the corners of his mind.

The authority in Sir’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “Not ‘try.’ She must come back!”

Frustration bubbled within Jayceon as he replied, “My sister-in-law has given her home to Georgina and her child! She isn’t coming back!”

Suddenly, Kimberly burst into the room, her presence electrifying the atmosphere.

Jayceon squeezed his eyes shut, a headache pounding at his temples, and leaned back against the sofa, seeking a moment of respite.

Tabitha shot up from her seated position on the sofa, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Kim, what did you just say?”

Before Jayceon could interject, Kimberly unleashed a torrent of words, her voice rapid-fire. “After my brother cheated and fathered a child with Georgina, my sister-in-law has been fighting to divorce him. He demanded a staggering 150 million dollars from her! To pay for it, she sold her aunt’s heirloom jewelry and even relinquished their marital home to Georgina and her son. She didn’t go abroad to unwind; she was driven out of the country by my brother and that woman!”

Jayceon stood abruptly, a fierce warning glinting in his eyes. “Kim, you need to stop talking!”

Kimberly recoiled, fear evident on her face as she ducked behind Tabitha. “Last night, my brother went to the Palmer family’s house to confront my sister-in-law and got thrown out! I’m not lying!”

Jayceon tilted his head back, inhaling deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Conrad’s face blanched with rage. “You scoundrel! You’ve turned this house upside down for that woman, and you dared to keep it from us!”

Tabitha sank back onto the sofa, clutching her chest as if the weight of the revelation had physically struck her. “Jay, let me make this clear: even if you and Arabella end up divorced, don’t even think about letting that mother and son into this house!”

Sir, who had remained silent until now, spoke with an unmistakable edge of threat. “Jay, remember your promise to me. If that girl divorces you because of that mother and son, I will ensure they pay dearly for it!”

Jayceon took a moment to gather his thoughts, then spoke in the calmest tone he could muster. “Grandpa, Dad, Mom, there’s no need for concern. I have no intention of divorcing Arabella.”

Kimberly’s anger surged, nearly overwhelming her. “Brother, so you’ve been dragging your feet on this divorce just to protect Georgina and her child all along!”

“I’m going to tell my sister-in-law, and she will never forgive you!” Kimberly shouted, her voice breaking as she stormed out of the living room, tears streaming down her face.

Jayceon watched her retreating figure, his brow furrowed in deep thought, frustration mingling with a sense of helplessness.

But Jayceon was quicker, pushing the door open just as she attempted to close it, stepping inside the small space they once shared.

The couple, now married for three years, stood in silence, taking in the sight of one another after a week apart.

Arabella felt the weight of Jayceon’s gaze, an uncomfortable heat creeping up her neck. With a frosty demeanor, she demanded, “What are you doing here?”

She had already signed the divorce papers she had left behind, and the 150 million dollars had been deposited into her account. Georgina must have been eager to assume her position, so she likely had everything she needed by now.

Aside from the Divorce Certificate, there was no reason for her to see Jayceon again.

Jayceon’s eyes briefly scanned the single dorm room, taking in the starkness of her surroundings.

He stepped closer to Arabella, retrieving a diamond necklace from his pocket. “I brought you a gift from my trip. Allow me to put it on for you.”

Arabella instinctively raised her arm to block his hand as he reached toward her, stepping back with a resolute shake of her head. “Jayceon, after three years of marriage, we’ve come to this. You don’t need to pretend in front of me anymore.”

A slight furrow appeared on Jayceon’s brow, and he bent down, placing the necklace on the coffee table between them, the tension in the air palpable.