Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 71

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 71**

Georgina nodded slowly, her expression a mix of sadness and disbelief. “It wasn’t merely the violins that went up in flames. That day, Mrs. Melendez incinerated a whole lot of memories right there in the garden below.”

Before Georgina could elaborate further, Jayceon had already dashed into the hallway, urgency propelling him forward.

With a heavy heart, Georgina trailed her son, each step toward the garden feeling like a weight pressing down on her chest.

Once they reached the garden, the sight that greeted them was a stark reminder of what had been lost. Arabella had left behind a chaotic heap of charred remnants after the fire, deliberately avoiding any attempt to clean it up, perhaps hoping that Jayceon would finally relent and let go.

As Jayceon stood before the pile of ashes and debris, his eyes fell upon the remains of the violin, its once beautiful form now reduced to a grotesque shadow of itself. It was a sight that stole his breath away, a painful jolt to his heart.

This was no ordinary violin; it was the very gift he had presented to Arabella on her eighteenth birthday, a symbol of his love for her.

He could vividly recall that special day. Arabella had descended the staircase, draped in a delicate white evening gown that shimmered under the soft glow of the lights. A diamond tiara adorned her head, and her makeup was tastefully done, showcasing her youthful beauty for the first time.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, every gaze in the room turned to her, captivated by her radiance.

When their eyes finally met, her smile lit up the dimly lit room, a beacon of joy that made his heart race. She had dashed toward him, releasing her father’s arm with a playful excitement. “Jay, where’s my present?” she had exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

When she spotted the violin, her face transformed into a picture of pure delight. She had nestled into his embrace, warmth radiating between them.

“I promise, I’ll only play this for you from now on,” she had whispered, sealing their bond with a vow of devotion.

It was only later that he discovered the sacrifice she had made. She had quietly switched her major to medicine, all to help him combat his insomnia, relinquishing the violin she had cherished and practiced for over a decade.

He had always believed that this violin would remain a cherished part of their lives, preserved in the music room, a testament to their love.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think she would destroy it.

As the realization settled in, Jayceon felt an overwhelming wave of despair wash over him, draining every ounce of strength from his body. He sank to the ground beside the ruins, feeling as if Arabella had ignited a fire within him that consumed everything, leaving only ashes behind.

But even in his sorrow, he was unwilling to surrender. He began to sift through the wreckage, searching for remnants of their life together. Among the debris, he found a teddy bear, charred and reduced to just one leg, a music box that had lost everything but its base, and a collection of wedding photo frames, all burned and broken.

Every piece he uncovered told a story of their shared past—before the wedding, after the wedding—if it had anything to do with the two of them, it had been sacrificed to the flames.

Georgina, sensing the depth of her son’s anguish, gently ushered him back toward the house, her heart heavy with concern.

“Jay, your wife has obliterated everything that connected you two. She is resolute in her desire to leave. Holding on alone will only cause you more pain. You need to consider agreeing to a divorce.”

He continued, his tone resolute. “My wife is simply angry with me; she won’t actually go through with the divorce.”

Even if she wanted to leave, the financial burden of 150 million dollars loomed over them, a barrier that made escape impossible.

Seeing the steadfastness in Jayceon’s refusal to accept reality, Georgina turned and walked into the living room, determination guiding her actions.

She handed him the divorce agreement along with the bank card Arabella had left behind, her heart heavy with the implications of her gesture.

As Jayceon took the documents, his gaze fell upon the bank card, his dark eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Georgina spoke carefully, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your wife asked me to give this to you. She also instructed me to tell you that there are 150 million dollars on this card. The moment you accompany her to obtain the Divorce Certificate is when she will provide you with the password.”

With a sharp flick of his wrist, Jayceon tossed the divorce papers and the bank card onto the coffee table, frustration bubbling to the surface. “The driver will arrive shortly. You should go pack your things.”

He sank into the sofa, lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a shroud.

“She managed to gather 150 million dollars that quickly,” he mused, a bitter edge to his thoughts. “She must have sold that jewelry set on the sly.”