Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 70

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 70**

Jayceon had always admired Arabella’s impeccable taste; it was one of the many things that drew him to her. Now, as he approached the house, a wave of anticipation washed over him. He couldn’t wait to see how she had transformed their home.

Taking the suitcase from Steve’s outstretched hand, Jayceon offered a reassuring smile. “You all can head home and get some rest. I’ve got this from here.”

With that, he stepped into the living room, placing the suitcase down with a soft thud. As he lingered in the entryway, a frown creased his brow. He surveyed the space, taking in the worn cabinet doors of the shoe rack, the tarnished bronze handles that had lost their luster over time, and the once-grand mirrored wall of glass and marble that had been replaced by an ornate, carved wooden door.

His thoughts drifted back to Arabella’s fondness for a minimalist aesthetic, a style that exuded light luxury. Why, then, had she chosen to redecorate their home in a French cream style that neither of them had ever appreciated?

A sinking feeling settled in his stomach. It was clear to him now—she was still angry. This transformation must have been a deliberate act, a way to provoke him.

His gaze fell to the floor, where a pair of men’s couple slippers lay neatly side by side. The sight softened the deep furrow in his brow, and he took a deep breath. Whatever her reasons, as long as she was willing to come back home, he could tolerate her whims.

He glanced at the gift he had brought for Arabella, a small token of reconciliation, before slipping into the slippers. Just then, he felt a presence behind him.

“Jay, you’re finally back!” Georgina’s voice, laced with a hint of excitement, broke through his thoughts.

Startled, Jayceon turned sharply to see Georgina, clad in alluring sleepwear, standing there with her son in tow. Before he could fully process the situation, Leandro darted forward, wrapping his little arms around Jayceon’s leg and exclaiming, “Daddy~”

The unexpected greeting sent a jolt through Jayceon. His pupils dilated in shock, and he instinctively stepped back, inadvertently pushing Leandro away. The child tumbled to the ground, wailing in distress, and the sound grated against Jayceon’s nerves as he hurried into the living room.

Georgina, taken aback by his fierce reaction, rushed to help Leandro. Her eyes glistened with hurt as she looked up at him. “Jay, please don’t be like this.”

Jayceon took a moment to collect himself, his voice softening slightly as he replied, “I’m sorry, it was an accident.”

Georgina, sensing the tension, attempted to divert the conversation. “You must be exhausted after that long flight. Why don’t you wash up and grab something to eat? We can talk about everything else tomorrow.”

But Jayceon’s expression remained icy. “Tell me, where is she?”

Arabella was fiercely proud, and even though circumstances had forced her to adapt, there was no way she would willingly share their home with Georgina. The thought of Georgina and her son stepping into their marital sanctuary was utterly unacceptable.

Georgina, realizing she could no longer hide the truth, sighed. “Jay, don’t be angry. It was Miss Palmer who told us to move in. She’s not here.”

Jayceon’s gaze bore into Georgina, his voice laced with frustration. “Georgina, I told you long ago, I can never be Leandro’s father!”

Georgina lowered her head, guilt washing over her. “I’m sorry, Jay. Leandro just really misses having a father. Please don’t hold it against a child. I’ll make sure he doesn’t call you daddy again.”

A glimmer of relief crossed her mind; it was fortunate that Leandro had initiated the conversation. Had she broached the topic herself, Jayceon’s wrath would have been far more severe.

Silently, Jayceon turned and ascended the stairs with purpose. He pushed open the door to the piano room on the second floor, and his heart sank at the sight before him. The room had been transformed into a child’s sanctuary.

Exhausted, he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts.

The sound of footsteps at the door broke the silence, but Jayceon remained still, refusing to acknowledge her presence. “What happened to the two violins in this music room?” he asked, his voice low and strained.

Georgina stood hesitantly at the entrance, her eyes downcast. “Mrs. Melendez burned them.”

At that, Jayceon’s eyes flew open, disbelief etched across his face. “Burned?”