Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 135

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

**Chapter 135**

Jayceon stood motionless beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Arabella, who lay there, seemingly lost in her own world. The silence stretched between them, heavy and thick, as he absorbed the sight of her. After what felt like an eternity, he turned away, retreating into the bathroom. The sound of water cascading down his body was a stark contrast to the stillness that enveloped the room.

When he emerged from the shower, droplets glistening on his skin, he found Arabella still curled up on her side. He could sense the tension in the air, a palpable unease that made his heart race. She wasn’t asleep, he knew that much; her eyes remained closed, yet there was an unmistakable aura of lifelessness about her that sent a chill down his spine.

With a gentle nudge, he lifted a corner of the blanket, slipping into bed beside her. He instinctively turned her body toward him, drawing her into his embrace. But Arabella remained unresponsive, her eyes still shut tight as if she were trying to shut out the world.

Jayceon brushed his fingers through her long, silky hair, the familiar texture grounding him amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her brow, hoping to ignite some spark within her.

But the moment was fleeting; Arabella’s facade crumbled as she pushed against his chest, creating a chasm between them. “I’m tired. If you have needs, you can go find Ms. Carrillo,” she said, her voice flat and devoid of warmth.

Jayceon felt a surge of frustration as he shifted his weight, pinning her gently beneath him. He needed to understand her, to reach her. “Arabella,” he murmured, his voice muffled yet earnest, “I’m your husband. Are you really that eager to push me away?”

He would welcome her anger, the fire of her emotions. Anything would be better than this cold distance.

Arabella pressed her hands against his chest again, her eyes still closed. “Isn’t this exactly what you’ve always wanted?” she shot back, her tone laced with bitterness.

**The next morning, at the hospital.**

Arabella sat in a sterile waiting room, her heart heavy as she tried to convince her parents to make the move into the city. But the Palmers were resolute, shaking their heads in unison.

She could see the worry etched on their faces; they feared for her safety, terrified that Jayceon might turn against her, seeking vengeance for perceived slights. The thought of their daughter facing humiliation was unbearable for them.

What they didn’t know was that Arabella had already signed a marital agreement with Jayceon. As long as she remained married to him, she held the reins to all of his assets.

**Chapter 135**

It dawned on her that Jayceon had orchestrated this entire situation. Every move she made, every struggle she faced, was part of his elaborate scheme. She felt trapped, yet she resolved to play her cards wisely, cutting her losses while maximizing her gains—for herself and her family.

With a steadying breath, she spoke to her mother, her voice calm yet tinged with an underlying sadness. “Mom, the Melendez family is the most influential in the city. Jayceon is their only heir. He’s handsome, affluent, and incredibly resourceful. He’s powerful and well-connected. He has given me the title of Mrs. Melendez and a life of luxury. What else is there for me to cling to?”

**Chapter 135**

Just then, Emmett emerged from the hospital room, his eyes narrowing as he recognized Georgina and her son. The sight of his sister being bullied by a child ignited a protective instinct within him. He rushed over, lifting Leandro effortlessly into the air. “You little brat, believe me, I’ll drop you and kill you!” he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of anger and mock threat.

Leandro’s eyes widened in terror, and he dropped the water gun, wailing for his mother.

Georgina rushed forward, a fierce protectiveness igniting within her. “Let go of my son right now! Even if you don’t like us, you can’t just hit people!”

Arabella stepped in, pushing Georgina aside with determination. “Emmett, put the kid down,” she commanded, her voice firm.

Emmett complied, setting Leandro back on the ground. “Don’t worry, sis. I was just trying to scare him,” he said, his tone softening.

Georgina knelt down, wrapping her arms around her child, whispering sweet nothings to calm him. But Leandro, still in a fit, kicked his legs against the ground, crying out that he was hurt.

Georgina approached Arabella, her demeanor brazen and unapologetic. “Mrs. Melendez, everyone saw it. Your brother hit my son. Now he says he’s in pain. It’s not too much to ask for a full-body checkup for him, is it?” she stated, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.