Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 189

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 189**

Jayceon gently took hold of Arabella’s hands, drawing her closer until she stood directly in front of him. His voice was soft yet earnest as he pleaded, “Arabella, can we just have a calm conversation for once? Please?”

Arabella lowered her gaze, her thoughts swirling like the stars scattered across the night sky, and nodded slowly.

They found themselves side by side on the balcony, the cool night air wrapping around them like a shroud. Arabella’s eyes were lost in the vastness of the dark, her mind racing with unspoken thoughts.

Jayceon observed her closely, the flicker of the city lights reflecting in her eyes. After a pause that felt like an eternity, he finally broke the silence. “Arabella, I understand that your trust in me has been shattered, but there are some things I must clarify once more.”

With a soft hum of acknowledgment, Arabella maintained an unusual calmness, her expression inscrutable.

“Please, go on,” she urged, her voice steady.

Jayceon took a deep breath, the weight of his words pressing heavily on his chest. “Georgina is part of my past. The child… he was an accident. If you truly can’t accept this, I’ll find a way to send them away.”

Arabella’s gaze faltered for a moment, but she quickly turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. “Jayceon, you were the one who insisted I accept them into our lives. It was a struggle, yes, but I did it. I accepted them completely.”

The thought of Georgina and her son being sent away felt like a knife twisting in his heart. They were his life, his connection to a past he couldn’t erase. How could he even consider letting them go?

Moreover, she had just begun to forge a bond with Georgina; how could she allow that connection to be severed now?

Jayceon tightened his grip on Arabella’s shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes, searching for understanding. “You made Leandro your godson without even consulting me, and you’ve set them up in an apartment just above us. That’s not acceptance; that’s sheer recklessness!”

Arabella tilted her chin up defiantly, meeting his gaze with a fire that sparked within her. “Didn’t you buy a property for them? And you didn’t stop that child from calling you ‘Dad’ when it was just the two of you. You even threatened your grandfather for their sake! We’ve been childhood sweethearts for over twenty years, Jayceon. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing; I wanted to help you. How is that reckless?”

The weight of her words crashed down on Jayceon like a heavy wave, leaving him feeling as if his heart had plummeted from a great height, shattering into countless pieces that he could never hope to piece back together. The sense of helplessness that washed over him was nearly overwhelming, threatening to knock him off balance.

He stepped back, leaning against the railing for support, trying to collect his thoughts. “No matter what, I didn’t bring them into our home!” he exclaimed, desperation creeping into his voice.

“Arabella, what are you trying to achieve with all of this? Do you even want this family anymore?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

With a serene smile that belied the storm brewing within, Arabella replied, “Jayceon, do you want the truth or a comforting lie?”

Jayceon’s grip on her shoulders tightened involuntarily, a reflex born from fear of what she might say next. “I want to hear your honest thoughts!” he insisted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jayceon’s intentions had always been clear-cut; he never acted without purpose. He watched her closely, gauging her reaction.

“Believe it or not,” he began, “when I did all of this, it was just an attempt to force you to come home.”

Arabella allowed him to hold her hand, her heart pounding. “And then what?” she inquired, her voice tinged with skepticism.

He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I can destroy all of this,” he said finally, “and I won’t try to control you anymore.”

Her expression shifted to one of caution. “What’s the catch?” she probed, her instincts on high alert.

Jayceon took a deep breath, his sincerity evident. “I know my actions have hurt you and led to misunderstandings. From now on, I’ll do everything in my power to keep Georgina and her son out of our lives, and I promise to respect your decisions. Just give me a little trust. Let’s end this fighting, okay?”

Arabella sat there, her exterior calm while a tempest brewed inside her. She couldn’t bring herself to trust him; not yet. But if there was a chance to dismantle the hold he had over her, to free herself from the shadows of their past, she had to at least consider it.

When she finally spoke, her voice was measured, probing. “All of this can be copied, Jayceon. How am I supposed to trust you?”