Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 78

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

**Chapter 78**

Arabella was acutely aware that Jayceon harbored no love for her. It was a stark reality that pierced her heart, yet the acknowledgment of his silent confession only deepened her anguish.

With a heavy heart, she turned away and made her way to the threshold of the bedroom. The air felt thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

“Go. I don’t want to see you!” she snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow, her back still turned to him.

Jayceon stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the delicate curve of Arabella’s back. The sight of her slender form, so vulnerable yet so resolute, tugged at something deep within him. After a moment that felt like an eternity, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind in a gesture that was both protective and pleading.

He didn’t have the right words to express his feelings, but the need to comfort her was overwhelming. “Arabella,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder, “how long are you going to keep this up?”

Arabella’s anger flared, her body stiffening in his embrace. “Jayceon, I want a divorce!” she declared, her voice sharp and unwavering.

He turned her gently to face him, his expression a mixture of concern and disbelief. “That’s not what you said when you married me,” he replied, searching her eyes for a glimmer of the love they once shared.

Tears of frustration spilled down Arabella’s cheeks, each drop a testament to her inner turmoil. “I regret it, alright?” she cried, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

Jayceon loosened his grip, his heart aching for her. “I know you don’t mean that,” he said softly, his tone imploring. “Don’t say things like that in anger.”

Arabella pulled away, her resolve hardening. “Jayceon, you admitted it. You still have feelings for Georgina, and you don’t love me at all. Let’s get a divorce. Isn’t it better for your family of three to finally be together?”

Jayceon stood before her, the weariness of their situation etched on his face. “Arabella,” he said slowly, “we’re adults. If you can tolerate Georgina and her child, the title of Mrs. Melendez is yours. I can transfer all my property to you, and you can enjoy all the rights and prestige that come with being the lady of the Melendez family.”

His words felt like a cold slap to Arabella’s heart. “Arabella, forget about that unrealistic fantasy of love. Isn’t it better to be a little more realistic?”

The calmness in his voice only fueled her despair, and she felt the tears welling up again. He had followed her across borders, still trying to convince her to accept the presence of Georgina and her child in their lives.

He set her down gently, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. Crouching beside her, he locked eyes with her, his voice earnest. “Arabella, we’ve been married for three years. Don’t you have any trust in me at all?”

Arabella turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze. “From the moment you lied to me for Georgina and her child, all trust between us was gone.”

With a weary sigh, Jayceon rose to his feet, the weight of their conversation hanging heavily in the air. He removed his suit jacket and approached her again. “Since we can’t reach an agreement right now, let’s stop talking about it. Let’s get some rest, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Arabella shot to her feet, disbelief etched across her features. “Jayceon, you’re not actually thinking of staying here, are you?”

His expression darkened as he responded, “We’re husband and wife. Shouldn’t we be staying together?”

She pointed vehemently to the bedroom door. “Go find your ‘one that got away’! Don’t dirty my bed!”

Before she could finish her protest, Jayceon seized her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground with one arm. “Do you want to get in bed and rest now, or be carried onto the helicopter like this? You choose.”