Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 157

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

**Chapter 157**

Before Arabella had a chance to process what was happening, Jayceon seized her waist with a fierce grip, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her onto the bed with an intensity that left her breathless. He pinned her down, his presence overwhelming and commanding.

Arabella’s heart raced, a mix of fear and confusion flooding her senses. The raw power in Jayceon’s actions sent a chill down her spine, and she instinctively struggled against him, clutching the last remnants of her modesty that barely covered her chest. “Jayceon, please! Don’t make me hate you!” Her voice trembled, laced with desperation.

A fleeting shadow of an emotion crossed Jayceon’s face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Your hatred doesn’t hold much weight for me,” he replied coolly, his tone devoid of warmth.

Hours slipped by, and Jayceon eventually rose, making his way to the bathroom. The sensual bedroom lay in disarray, clothes strewn across the floor like remnants of a chaotic storm. A pair of black lace panties, unmistakably feminine, lay carelessly draped over a crisp white shirt, infusing the air with an undeniable tension that lingered long after the storm had passed.

Arabella remained motionless on her side of the expansive bed, the blanket having slipped down, exposing her skin to the cool air. Her body bore shocking marks, vivid reminders of the tumultuous encounter that had just unfolded.

When Jayceon emerged from the bathroom, his gaze fell upon Arabella, who lay still, her form almost fragile against the backdrop of the rumpled sheets. His brow knit together in concern, a tightening sensation gripping his heart that he couldn’t quite understand.

As he turned away, his steps faltered slightly, a rare moment of uncertainty clouding his usually confident demeanor.

Ten minutes later, he returned, now fully dressed, but the sight of Arabella on the bed drew him in once more. He approached, his eyes scanning the marks that marred her skin, and his heart ached at the sight of tears cascading down her pale, expressionless face. Each tear seemed to pierce his heart, burning with an intensity that left him feeling unsettled and guilty.

Without a word, he turned and exited as swiftly as he could, the weight of the moment pressing heavily upon him.

Not long after Jayceon left, Victoria burst into the room, her instincts sharp as she quickly grasped the gravity of the situation. Without hesitation, she made her way to the bathroom to fill the tub, her mind racing with thoughts of how to help.

Victoria approached Arabella with a gentle urgency. “Ma’am, why don’t you start with a bath? I’ll take care of the mess in here.” Her voice was soothing, yet firm. “Ma’am, no matter how angry you are, don’t punish yourself for someone else’s mistakes.”

Arabella blinked slowly, the effort feeling monumental. Victoria’s words wrapped around her like a lifeline, and with a trembling hand, she accepted the help. With Victoria’s support, she managed to rise from the bed, her legs quaking beneath her like a newborn foal.

The warmth of the bath enveloped her as she sank into the water, the steam rising around her like a comforting embrace. It was the first time Jayceon had crossed that line, forcing himself upon her with a relentless fervor that had left her feeling shattered. She had pleaded with him, cried for him to stop, but it was as if he hadn’t heard her at all. In that moment, she felt as though she had committed an unforgivable sin, one that would haunt her for a long time to come.

Meanwhile, Victoria worked diligently to restore order to the room, changing the sheets and tidying up with a practiced efficiency. When she returned to help Arabella dress, her eyes widened in shock at the marks that marred her skin.

With everything cleaned and organized, Arabella settled back onto the bed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Victoria, please go buy me a pack of the morning-after pill.”

Victoria stood her ground, her voice steady but filled with concern. “Sir, I know I’m just a servant, but I’ve watched you and Mrs. Melendez grow up together. Taking too many birth control pills is harmful to her health. No matter how young she is, her body can’t withstand this kind of abuse.”

She added, “I left the millet congee I made for Mrs. Melendez in the dining room. Please remember to encourage her to eat at least a little.”

After Victoria departed, Jayceon stood there, lost in thought, his eyes closing wearily as he pondered the weight of his actions.

Arabella had always adored children. After their marriage, she had gone to great lengths to conceive, while he had worried about her youth and playfulness, insisting she take birth control once. Since that day, he had always been cautious, using protection during their intimate moments.

Yet yesterday morning, in a moment of reckless impulse, he had let that caution slip away. Now, she was angry with him, unwilling to bear his child, and had taken the morning-after pill on her own, a decision that left him feeling hollow.

After a long moment of contemplation, he finally pushed open the bedroom door.

The room was surprisingly neat, but Arabella lay on the bed, unusually quiet. He approached her slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. Arabella lay facing away from him, curled up under the covers, her fragile form a stark reminder of the turmoil that had transpired.

Jayceon unbuttoned his suit jacket, a deep breath escaping him as he settled onto the edge of the bed, unsure of what to say or do next.