Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 177

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

**Chapter 177**

In the stillness of the morning, Arabella and Jayceon exchanged a glance that conveyed a world of unspoken thoughts. In that moment, Arabella could see a flicker of something profound in Jayceon’s eyes—a reminder, perhaps, or a silent plea that resonated deeply within her.

With a gentle determination, she rose onto her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss at the corner of Jayceon’s mouth, a gesture that was both tender and fleeting. It was a moment that felt suspended in time, yet it carried the weight of their complicated relationship.

Jayceon seized the moment, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. The chemistry between them was undeniable, electric even, but the air surrounding them felt heavy with an unnameable strangeness, as if they were both aware of the fragile state of their bond.

As the clock struck eight, Jayceon pulled up to the entrance of the hospital, the timing impeccable. He parked the car with a practiced ease, but before Arabella could step out, she turned to him, her voice steady yet laced with concern. “Drive safe on your way back,” she reminded him, a hint of sincerity breaking through the façade they both wore.

Jayceon remained by the car, his gaze fixed intently on Arabella as she walked away. The winter sun poured down, casting a golden glow that draped over her like fine silk, enhancing her beauty and making her appear almost ethereal.

He wasn’t in a rush to leave; instead, he leaned against the car door, lighting a cigarette as he watched her retreating figure. Memories flooded his mind—scenes from the Hongyu annual party where Arabella had boldly orchestrated a confrontation, the old mansion where she had humbly knelt, and the hospital where she had surprisingly found common ground with Georgina.

Through it all, she had maintained an unsettling calm, as if she were merely an observer in her own life. She would help him with his tie, remind him to drive carefully, and steal a kiss, yet it all felt like a performance, a routine she had perfected.

Gone were the days of her emotional outbursts; she no longer cried or expressed her pain. Instead, every smile she offered him seemed to mask a deeper chill, a distance that grew more pronounced with each passing day. It was as if she had resigned herself to a life devoid of the warmth they once shared, a life where she no longer sought a future with him.

As the cigarette burned down to the filter, Jayceon flicked the butt away, a sense of unease settling in his chest. He sent Arabella a quick message, then climbed into the car, the engine purring to life beneath him.

Meanwhile, Arabella and Zachary had just stepped off the elevator, the familiar buzz of the hospital enveloping them when her phone buzzed insistently in her pocket. It was a message from Jayceon, letting her know he would be picking her up from work that evening.

With a calm exterior, she switched off her phone, betraying no sign of her inner turmoil. Just then, a group of medical staff clad in crisp white coats approached them, their greetings bright and cheerful.

The day unfolded with Arabella immersing herself in the hospital’s rhythm, meeting her colleagues, and absorbing the intricacies of her new role. Each interaction and task filled her with a sense of purpose, and for the first time in a while, she felt a spark of joy.

Work had become her sanctuary, a place where she could momentarily forget her troubles. She was determined to push aside her personal struggles and focus on healing Blaire, eager to establish the department’s reputation as a beacon of hope and excellence.

As evening approached, Zachary suggested they hold a dinner to celebrate the establishment of their department, an invitation Arabella felt compelled to accept. As one of the leaders, she couldn’t miss this opportunity to bond with her team.

Yet, a nagging thought lingered in her mind—she had a marital agreement with Jayceon, a promise to return to her family life outside of work hours.

After work, the team agreed to meet at the restaurant. Arabella stepped outside and dialed Jayceon’s number, her heart heavy with the weight of their relationship.

His recent kindness and attentiveness felt hollow, a façade he wore to maintain his image as a good husband. In truth, it seemed he was merely placating her, ensuring she remained his cover. She could sense that the moment she crossed him, he would not hesitate to unleash his frustration, reminding her of the precarious balance they were both trying to maintain.