Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 81

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

**Chapter 81**

Ignoring Arabella’s frantic attempts to break free, Jayceon’s voice was low but laced with urgency. “Do you even realize how perilous that was? Just think for a moment—what if you had fallen?”

Arabella, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, struggled violently in Jayceon’s embrace, her tears streaming down her cheeks. “If I can’t divorce you, I’d rather die!” she shouted, her voice cracking with desperation.

For a fleeting moment, Jayceon’s grip faltered, as if her words struck a chord deep within him. But then, with a renewed determination, he tightened his hold, unwilling to let her go.

Silence enveloped them, and Jayceon closed his eyes, surrendering to the warmth radiating from Arabella’s soft body pressed against him. In that intimate moment, a realization washed over him like a tidal wave—Arabella was dead serious about wanting a divorce.

Without allowing her the opportunity to protest further, Jayceon guided Arabella back to her apartment, the tension between them palpable.

Later that night, beneath the dim glow of the streetlights outside her apartment building, Arabella stood firm, her eyes red-rimmed and fierce. “When you’re finally ready to get the Divorce Certificate, just give me a call,” she stated, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Jayceon’s gaze bore into her, a mixture of concern and frustration swirling in his deep-set eyes. He grasped her wrist, halting her retreat. “Arabella, I promise I won’t bother you for a while. We both need to cool off, but I refuse to agree to a divorce.”

“Then we’ll go through the legal process,” she shot back, shaking off his hand with determination before stepping into the elevator, not daring to look back.

If they couldn’t separate on good terms, then they would simply become strangers to one another.

As the elevator doors began to close, Jayceon’s hand, which had reached out in a last-ditch effort to stop her, fell helplessly to his side, a mix of regret and resignation settling in his chest.

Steve, who had been waiting patiently nearby, approached cautiously, concern etched on his face. “Mr. Melendez, the helicopter is ready. When will you and your wife be departing?”

Jayceon lingered for a moment, gazing up at the window of Arabella’s apartment where the light had just flickered on, before wearily shutting his eyes. He had known this day would come ever since he decided to pick up Georgina and her son from the airport.

When he promised Georgina that he would take care of her and her child for the rest of their lives, he had unwittingly placed a chasm between himself and Arabella. The moment he acknowledged that child, his marriage to Arabella slipped beyond his control.

He didn’t reach out to Arabella, nor did he ascend the stairs to confront her. Instead, he found himself pacing the ground floor for hours, the stress gnawing at him as he chain-smoked one cigarette after another, the smoke curling upward like his spiraling thoughts.

Jayceon’s expression remained stoic as he replied, “I supported Arabella’s decision to study in Brazoria. I stayed at her apartment last night. We’re fine; don’t read too much into it.”

Kimberly, who had been listening quietly, couldn’t contain herself. “My sister-in-law said she’d rather die than stay with my brother,” she blurted out, instantly shrinking back behind her parents, fear evident in her wide eyes.

Conrad erupted in anger. “A fallen heiress, and she’s causing all this chaos? If she wants a divorce, then give her one!”

Jayceon’s expression darkened as he stood his ground. “Dad, I’m not getting a divorce.”

Tabitha chimed in, her voice laced with concern. “Why not? Are you waiting for Arabella to sue you for divorce and turn it into a scandal that everyone in the city knows about?”

Jayceon’s frown deepened, a headache beginning to throb at his temples. “Why is everyone so eager for me and Arabella to divorce?”

Sir, who had been silent throughout the conversation, finally spoke, his tone authoritative. “Jay, you are the sole heir of the Melendez family. Every action you take, every word you utter, reflects not just on you, but on the entire Melendez legacy and the future of our company. Given the current situation, you must consider the bigger picture.”

His commanding voice left no room for argument. “To prevent the cheating scandal from becoming public knowledge, you need to finalize this divorce quickly and settle matters with that mother and child once and for all.”