Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 152

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 152**

“I’ve settled my debts with Emmett. Can we finally put this behind us?” he said, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of desperation.

Arabella’s silence hung in the air like a thick fog. She refused to engage with his plea. “There’s a private orthopedic clinic downstairs. I’ll take you for an X-ray and to get that bone set properly.” Her tone was firm, a clear indication that her mind was made up.

The wounds and heartaches that she and her family had endured because of Jayceon were etched deep within her. They were scars that would never truly fade, no matter how much she wished they would.

A little over an hour later, they emerged from the sterile confines of the hospital, the fluorescent lights still flickering in their minds. Arabella felt the weight of the moment as they stepped outside into the cool evening air.

“Let’s go back to your family’s old house,” she suggested, trying to find a resolution that would ease the tension between them.

Jayceon’s expression darkened instantly, shadows flitting across his handsome features. “Arabella, we’re married. If we spend Christmas Eve apart, how can I face my family? The elders will never understand.” His voice held a mix of frustration and vulnerability, a plea for unity.

Arabella contemplated arguing with him, but the thought faded as she considered the family dynamics at play. Instead, she relented, leading Jayceon back to the Palmer family home, where the atmosphere was intentionally cheerful, avoiding any mention of the past grievances that loomed like dark clouds overhead.

The holiday feast unfolded in a series of polite conversations and forced laughter, each family member trying to maintain a façade of happiness. Arabella watched the interactions, noting how everyone danced around the unspoken tensions.

As the clock struck eight, they finally left the Palmer residence, the night air crisp and invigorating.

On the sidewalk at the entrance of the residential complex, Jayceon took Arabella’s hand in his, a gesture that felt both comforting and complicated. “Things are even between Emmett and me now. I’ve even given you the jewelry set. Can we just start anew?” His eyes searched hers, filled with a hope that felt fragile.

Arabella offered a noncommittal nod, her heart heavy with unspoken thoughts. “Okay,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew that time would eventually dull the sharp edges of their past, but she vowed never to let anyone sap her spirit again.

She longed to shine brightly, to embrace life with open arms, and to be radiant once more.

Jayceon studied her, his gaze softening. “We just finished dinner. Would you allow me to walk with you for a little while?” His voice was gentle, almost coaxing.

After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded, her heart racing slightly at the intimacy of the moment.

Hand in hand, they strolled down the sidewalk, their pace synchronized. Jayceon’s tall, slender frame exuded an air of elegance, especially in his dark suit and long black overcoat, while Arabella felt a rush of warmth at the sight of him. She wore a striking crimson top beneath her long beige overcoat, a splash of color against the winter backdrop.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through, playfully tousling Arabella’s long hair, lifting the edges of her coat and making her skirt flutter like a delicate rose braving the chill.

Georgina looked at Jayceon, her expression troubled. “Jay, I can’t handle this alone. Can’t you just get him down?”

She cast a furtive glance at Arabella, gauging her reaction. Jayceon had already acknowledged to the Melendez family that he was Leandro’s father, a truth that now hung heavily in the air. He had promised Georgina he wouldn’t reveal Leandro’s true identity to anyone, but now, with the child calling him ‘Dad’ in front of Arabella, he had no choice but to confront the reality of the situation.

Jayceon’s gaze flickered between Arabella and Leandro, his thoughts a tumultuous mix of responsibility and desire. “I’ll arrange a car for you. You should go home and rest,” he said, his voice steady but layered with unspoken complexities.

Arabella stood before him, quiet and contemplative. She tilted her head slightly, meeting his intense gaze with a calm smile. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m perfectly fine. I’ll just grab a cab,” she replied, her tone light, though her heart felt heavy.

The more she smiled, the darker Jayceon’s expression became, as if her brightness only deepened the shadows in his heart.

In that moment, Arabella handed the medicine she had been holding to Georgina. “His wrist is injured. Please remember to remind him to take his medicine on time,” she instructed, her voice firm yet kind.

Georgina glanced at Jayceon, noting his darkening mood, and quickly accepted the medicine. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Melendez. I didn’t keep an eye on him properly. I’ve caused you trouble,” she apologized, her voice laced with genuine concern.

Arabella shook her head, a warm smile gracing her lips. “Today is Christmas Eve. You three should be together as a family. It was my oversight today. I’ll make sure to remind him during the next holiday.” Her words were a balm, an attempt to soothe the tension that hung thick in the air.