Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 370

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

**Chapter 370**

Arabella stood beside her car, gripping the door with one hand while Franklin knelt at her feet, carefully assisting her in changing her shoes. The evening air was charged with an unspoken tension, and she could feel the weight of his presence as he focused on her footwear.

Suddenly, a voice sliced through the moment, sharp and demanding. “What are you two doing?” Jayceon’s words burst forth as he rushed to Arabella’s side, effectively halting Franklin’s ministrations. His urgency was palpable, and Arabella barely had time to process his arrival.

Franklin straightened up, offering a polite nod to Jayceon. “Mr. Melendez,” he greeted, but Jayceon’s expression darkened as he shot back, “Franklin, stay away from my wife!” The accusation hung in the air, heavy and accusatory.

Arabella’s heart raced at the word “wife.” She couldn’t believe he still clung to that title. With a firm push, she stepped between them, her voice steady yet fierce. “Jayceon, we’ve been divorced for a long time. You need to watch your tone and what you call me!”

Jayceon’s grip tightened around her wrist, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “I have something to ask you. Let’s talk in my car.” The urgency in his tone sent a shiver down her spine.

With a cold resolve, Arabella shook off Jayceon’s hand, refusing to be pulled back into his orbit. As he attempted to advance once more, Edmundo, their young son, darted between them, wrapping his small arms around Arabella’s leg. “Don’t bully my godmother!” he declared, his innocent defiance momentarily halting Jayceon in his tracks.

Jayceon’s frustration was evident, his expression twisted in anger as he struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before him. Franklin, sensing the rising tension, stepped in to explain the situation. “Mr. Melendez, please don’t misunderstand. My son was being a bit naughty and accidentally spilled a drink on Dr. Palmer’s shoes. She strained her back while treating a patient recently, making it difficult for her to bend down. That’s why I was assisting her.”

Once he finished, Franklin gently pulled Edmundo closer to his side. In his mind, he understood that even though Arabella and Jayceon were divorced, Jayceon still harbored feelings for her. The lines between them were far from clear.

“You hurt your back?” Jayceon instinctively reached out toward Arabella, concern flickering in his eyes, but she took a step back, creating a barrier he could not breach.

Arabella turned to Franklin, her voice firm. “Franklin, you don’t need to explain anything to him. In Mr. Melendez’s eyes, a man helping a woman with her shoes is hardly a scandal.”

As she finished speaking, Arabella turned her gaze back to Jayceon. His hand, once reaching out in concern, now fell limply to his side, defeated. With a steady stride, she approached him, her voice low and unwavering. “Mr. Melendez, let me remind you one last time: we are divorced. Even if you catch me in bed with another man, just walk on by. Don’t disturb my sex life.”

With that, she pivoted on her heel and slid into the passenger seat of Franklin’s car, leaving Jayceon standing there, frozen in disbelief. His bloodshot eyes followed her every movement as she settled in, the reality of the situation dawning on him. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, knuckles turning pale with the pressure.

Not far off, Samuel observed the scene, Kimberly’s small, chain-strap purse slung over his shoulder. They both tilted their heads in unison, frowning as they watched Jayceon’s reaction.

At two in the afternoon, Oliver, a member of the Melendez household, knocked on the door of Arabella’s office. “Mrs. Melendez,” he began, but upon meeting her piercing gaze, he quickly corrected himself. “Dr. Palmer, Sir would like to see you.”

A little over ten minutes later, Arabella arrived at a quaint coffee shop near the hospital, gracefully taking a seat across from Sir. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken animosity as they sized each other up, neither party willing to break the silence first.

Sir was the first to speak, his tone dripping with condescension. “If you had been more generous and sensible back then, you and Jay wouldn’t be in this situation today.”

Arabella’s thoughts turned dark. She cursed inwardly, recalling Kimberly’s words. This old man from the Melendez family was selfish, fiercely protective of his own, and utterly unreasonable. It was infuriating how he painted his grandson as the innocent party, all while blaming her for not being generous or sensible enough.

Her annoyance bubbled over, and she shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm. “For Sir to lower himself to come see someone as ungenerous and insensible as me, what could you possibly want?”

Sir snorted, a dismissive sound that grated on her nerves. “Jay is dating Miss. As long as you promise not to bother Jay again and not to ruin his relationship with Miss, I can let the Palmer family off the hook.”

Arabella couldn’t help but challenge him, her brow raised in disbelief. “Where do you get the confidence, sir, to think that I’m the one pestering your scumbag grandson?”