Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 131

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

**Chapter 131**

Arabella felt a crushing weight on her shoulders as she lowered her head, feeling utterly trapped in her own turmoil. The world around her faded, leaving only the tumult of her emotions swirling within.

Observing the anguish etched on Arabella’s face, Jayceon stepped closer, his heart aching for her. He enveloped her in his arms, the warmth of his embrace a stark contrast to the cold reality they were both facing. “Just do what you’re supposed to do,” he murmured softly, his voice a gentle balm against her distress. “Don’t overthink the rest. With that little brain of yours, you wouldn’t be able to figure it out anyway.” His teasing tone was meant to lighten the mood, but it only served to deepen her despair.

Once Jayceon departed, Arabella found solace in the confines of her bed, curling up into a tight ball beneath the covers. She felt as if the sheets could shield her from the harshness of the world outside. Just moments before, she had witnessed Jayceon casually chatting on the phone with Georgina, discussing their son as if she weren’t even there. The ease with which he spoke about their child, the plans he had to raise him with the woman he loved, cut deeper than any blade. He mentioned the mundane joys of couplehood and the responsibilities of fatherhood, each word twisting the knife deeper into her already wounded heart.

It was as if he was deliberately trying to force her to accept a reality she found unbearable, pushing her to lower her standards, to concede to a fate she never wanted. Arabella lay there, lost in a haze of confusion and hurt, until the clock struck noon, and the day slipped away from her.

Finally, a call from her brother, Emmett, broke through the fog of her despair, compelling her to rise from her cocoon of blankets. She dressed in a daze, the weight of her emotions still heavy on her chest, and made her way to the hospital.

As she walked, she unexpectedly encountered Zachary, who was waiting at the entrance of a nearby coffee shop. They decided to share a moment together before heading to the hospital. Zachary’s brow furrowed with concern as he studied Arabella’s pale complexion. “Christmas is just around the corner,” he said, his voice laced with genuine care. “I’ll push back your start date until after the holidays. Use this time to be with your family, to rest, and to relax a little.”

Arabella felt a flicker of warmth in her heart at his thoughtfulness. With her mother still recovering in the hospital, the idea of delaying her work felt like a gift, a chance to breathe amidst the chaos.

After parting ways with Zachary, Arabella made her way to the hospital, where she found Kayla and Roderick engaged in a conversation about their discharge plans for the 28th. Her parents shared news that her cousin had visited them secretly the previous night, though he had been too ashamed to face her.

Amidst the chatter, she learned that Jayceon had utilized his connections to secure a private hospital for Duoduo, searching for a bone marrow match. The surgery was slated for after the holidays, and Jayceon had generously offered to cover all the expenses. Arabella’s heart sank at the news, but surprisingly, anger did not rise within her. Her father had only one brother, who had passed away from lung cancer years ago, leaving behind a legacy that weighed heavily on their family. Her cousin, burdened with a leg disability, had only one daughter—Duoduo—who, at just nine years old, was grappling with leukemia.

Suddenly, a noise behind her pulled her from her spiraling thoughts. Jayceon walked in, his presence commanding as he carried a sleek black combination briefcase. Arabella’s heart raced as she recognized it instantly—the very briefcase that held her precious jewelry.

Without thinking, she rushed towards him, her hand outstretched to snatch the briefcase away. “Jayceon, please! I need to see it!”

He halted her movement with a firm yet calm grip. “Don’t rush. I’ll open it for you so you can see,” he said, his voice steady.

Leading her into the secure room within the walk-in closet, Jayceon opened the briefcase, revealing the jewelry inside. Arabella’s breath caught in her throat as she confirmed it was indeed the set she had sold. Relief washed over her, but before she could take the briefcase and leave, Jayceon’s hand wrapped around her wrist, gently but firmly reclaiming it.

“Not so fast,” he said, a hint of a smile on his lips as he turned to lock the briefcase away in the safe. Arabella’s heart raced, a mixture of hope and frustration bubbling within her. What game was he playing?