Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 80

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

**Chapter 80**

Jayceon’s heart raced, a constricting sensation gripping his chest as if the very air had thickened around him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he lunged forward, his voice echoing through the night, “Arabella, don’t!”

The brilliance of the diamond caught the moonlight for just a fleeting second before it plummeted into the abyss below, vanishing from their sight, taking with it a piece of their shared history.

As the ring slipped away, a heavy silence enveloped them, smothering the sounds of the bustling city and the distant hum of traffic on the overpass.

Under the glow of the emerging city lights, Jayceon and Arabella stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

They locked eyes, each moment stretching into eternity, their breaths shallow and their thoughts racing.

Finally breaking the silence, Jayceon shook off the shock that paralyzed him, seizing Arabella’s wrist with urgency. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and desperation. “Arabella, that’s our wedding ring!”

With a fierce determination, Arabella wrenched her wrist free, her resolve unyielding. “I hope you disappear from my sight forever, just like this ring!”

The intensity of their gaze was palpable, and Jayceon felt a chill run down his spine as he registered the finality in her words.

His heart raced, panic flickering in his eyes as he struggled to comprehend what was unfolding before him. His lips moved, his voice barely above a whisper, heavy with emotion. “Are you serious?”

Arabella, her expression devoid of warmth, drew an invisible line between them. “We’ve been childhood sweethearts for over twenty years and married for three. I’m not being impulsive or throwing a tantrum. I genuinely want a divorce!”

Having been raised in a world where appearances mattered, she had witnessed countless women endure infidelity and betrayal, all in the name of family or social standing. Jayceon’s mother had been one of those women, sacrificing her happiness for the sake of others.

But Arabella couldn’t bring herself to follow that path.

Jayceon felt a painful twist in his heart, the weight of her words settling in.

With a voice that trembled, he replied, “Even if you want to divorce me, you have to come back to the country with me first.”

He remembered how Arabella had always had a team of maids at her beck and call, even during their college days. This was the first time she was venturing so far from home alone, and genuine concern flooded his thoughts.

Arabella’s gaze remained fixed on him, her words cutting like glass. “Jayceon, don’t pretend you don’t know. You’re forcing me to go back and stalling the divorce because you’re scared your grandfather will take his anger out on Georgina and her son. You’re doing all of this for the woman you love. Spare me the act!”

Jayceon raised his hands in surrender, his heart racing.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Arabella shouted, “Jayceon, I’ll say it again! I’m not playing games with you! I’m not trying to force you to choose, and I never wanted you to break up with Georgina! I don’t love you anymore! I don’t want you! You make me sick, do you understand?”

Her voice grew frantic, her emotions spiraling out of control. “Do you have to watch me jump from here before you’ll believe that I truly want a divorce, that I’m not just playing around?”

Though anger simmered within him, Jayceon didn’t dare to inch any closer. “I believe you, I believe you!”

Crying, Arabella implored him to leave. “Then go now! Go back and sign the divorce papers, and don’t you dare interfere in my life again!”

Jayceon nodded, his voice steady yet filled with urgency. “Okay, I won’t interfere. Just stay where you are, don’t do anything rash.”

Seeing Jayceon relent, Arabella exhaled, a flicker of hope igniting within her.

But in the next heartbeat, as her guard slipped, Jayceon surged forward, seizing her and pulling her back from the edge of the railing.

With her back pressed against him, Jayceon held Arabella tightly, the weight of their shared past and uncertain future crashing down around them, his breathing erratic as he fought to regain control.