Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 143

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 143**

Arabella cast a sidelong glance at Jayceon, who sat stiffly beside her, his face a mask of displeasure. The tension radiating from him was palpable, a clear message that screamed, “keep your distance.”

Determined to break through his wall, Arabella stepped closer, her fingers deftly adjusting the tie around his neck. It was a small gesture, yet it felt monumental in the charged atmosphere surrounding them, as if she were trying to weave a thread of connection amidst the chaos.

Once the host wrapped up his opening remarks, the spotlight shifted to Arabella, and she felt her heart quicken. She glanced down at the speech Steve had meticulously prepared for her, its words feeling foreign and stifling. Instead, she took a deep breath, standing tall and facing the barrage of camera flashes that erupted like fireworks around her.

With a steady voice, she recounted a recent incident during her visit to her mother in the hospital. “While I was there,” she began, her tone sincere, “I accidentally broke a little boy’s squirt gun. It was an innocent mistake, one that I deeply regretted.” She paused, glancing at Jayceon, who remained silent but attentive. “So, I asked my husband to help me pick out a new one for him. It was important to me to make things right.”

She continued, explaining that the boy Jayceon was holding was, in fact, a relative’s child, and that she had been present during the entire ordeal. Their hands intertwined, Arabella felt a surge of warmth from Jayceon’s grip, a silent reassurance amidst the storm of scrutiny.

“Our marriage is strong,” she declared, her voice unwavering as she turned her gaze to the sea of reporters. “And I have instructed our legal team to track down whoever started these malicious rumors and hold them accountable.” The words flowed easily, fueled by a fierce determination to protect their bond.

As she wrapped up her statement, Arabella couldn’t resist adding a touch of playfulness. With a mischievous smile, she leaned closer to Jayceon and said, “I’ve been craving that dark chocolate mousse you make, you know.” The media captured this moment, a snapshot of their camaraderie, as if to say that they were more than just a couple caught in a scandal.

With the crisis deftly managed, Arabella navigated the press conference with remarkable poise, ensuring Jayceon remained a silent partner in her performance. The air felt lighter as they exited the venue together, but Jayceon fell into a contemplative silence, his thoughts heavy and unresolved.

As they walked, Arabella remained engrossed in her phone, refreshing her social media feed, her mind racing with thoughts of public perception and the aftermath of their appearance. Meanwhile, Jayceon wore an expression that clearly communicated his desire for solitude, a “don’t come near me” demeanor that only deepened the chasm between them.

The driver opened the car door, and Arabella gracefully bent down to enter the sleek vehicle.

In another part of Zelmere, Georgina sat in the dressing room of a social media influencer agency, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched Arabella and Jayceon’s press conference unfold. Fury surged within her as she swept all the cosmetics off the table in a fit of rage. She had envisioned an easy victory, a chance to expose their relationship to the world, but now it seemed that Arabella had snuffed out her plans with a few well-chosen words.

Watching Arabella flaunt her charm with Jayceon, and seeing the affection in his gaze as it lingered on Arabella, ignited a fire of jealousy within Georgina. In a moment of frustration, she yanked the headband from her hair, her delicate features marred by anger. How could it be that Arabella, the very woman she despised, could so effortlessly reclaim Jayceon’s heart?

Arabella glanced back at him, but she shook off his hand with a gentle resolve and stepped out of the car. Standing on the pavement, she leaned in through the window and offered a piece of advice, her tone surprisingly soft. “You should probably call her back. She’s struggling with depression and still harbors deep feelings for you. If she can’t move on and does something drastic, you might end up regretting it for the rest of your life.”

After her words hung in the air, Arabella turned away, her posture straight as she walked onto the sidewalk, pulling out her phone to hail a ride.

Jayceon felt a tightening in his chest, a wave of suffocation from the weight of her words. His breath quickened as he realized the gravity of the situation.

With a heavy heart, he exited the car from the opposite side, the sound of the door closing echoing in the stillness. Arabella turned to him, and he found her waiting, her expression a mix of determination and concern.

“The press conference has concluded,” she said, her voice steady. “Is there anything else you require my assistance with?”

Jayceon’s face darkened as he studied her, searching for a trace of the vulnerability he knew lay beneath her strong facade. “Arabella,” he began, his voice low and earnest, “if you’re feeling unhappy or wronged, you can just tell me. There’s no need for this kind of attitude between us.”