Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 92

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 92**

Arabella’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a knife. “If you have nothing to say, then shut up.” Her words hung in the air, charged with unspoken tension, making it difficult to breathe. The weight of their unresolved issues pressed down on them, creating an atmosphere thick with discomfort.

The remainder of the drive was marked by an oppressive silence, each mile stretching out like an eternity. Dusk began to settle, painting the sky in hues of deep purple and orange as the car finally rolled to a stop in front of the family home.

As the engine quieted, a servant stepped forward, opening the door with a practiced ease. Arabella emerged, her heart racing as she took in the familiar surroundings that now felt foreign.

In an instant, Kimberly dashed toward her, a bright smile illuminating her face. “Sister-in-law, I was so worried you wouldn’t come back!” The excitement in Kimberly’s voice was palpable, and for a fleeting moment, Arabella felt a warmth in her chest, a reminder of the family bond that once brought her joy.

Tabitha, with her motherly instinct in full bloom, gently grasped Arabella’s hand, leading her into the living room with a comforting touch. “Arabella, Mom had the kitchen steam a fish just for you. Make sure you eat a lot later, alright?” Her voice was soothing, filled with love, but Arabella could only nod, her mind elsewhere.

Jayceon trailed behind, his gaze flickering between Arabella and the two women who flanked her. The sight of them together, one on each side, was a stark reminder of the chasm that had formed between him and Arabella.

Stepping into the dining room, Arabella offered polite greetings to everyone gathered. Despite the betrayal that weighed heavily on her heart, despite the impending divorce that loomed like a dark cloud, she clung to her manners. It was a habit ingrained in her, a remnant of a time when things were simpler.

The table was a feast for the senses, laden with lavish dishes that would typically excite her appetite. Yet, Arabella found herself unable to eat even a single bite. She had returned to her homeland, yearning for a warm Thanksgiving surrounded by her parents, but instead, she was confronted with the aftermath of her brother’s injury and the palpable tension that filled the room.

Her parents, she imagined, were likely in the kitchen, their hearts heavy with worry for her, neglecting their own needs as they fretted over her wellbeing.

Tabitha continued to serve her, piling food onto Arabella’s plate with a motherly insistence. “You need to keep your strength up, dear,” she urged, but all Arabella could manage was a mechanical “thank you,” her mind elsewhere.

Jayceon observed her closely, his eyes taking in every subtle reaction. He reached for a personal soup tureen, lifting the lid with care. “Your favorite mushroom soup,” he announced, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. “Mom had the kitchen make it just for you.”

Arabella kept her gaze fixed downward, fixated on the soup before her. The sight of it stirred a painful memory—Jayceon tenderly feeding Georgina congee at her bedside. The thought twisted her stomach, and she fought against the nausea that threatened to overwhelm her.

“I need to use the restroom,” she declared abruptly, rising from the table.

As she exited the dining room, Conrad’s voice rose sharply, filled with frustration. “She’s had a long face ever since she got back. She has no manners anymore!”

Tabitha turned her attention to her son, concern etched on her features. “Jay, be honest with me. What’s really going on with you and Arabella?”

Jayceon stood, his demeanor calm yet strained. “Dad, Mom, don’t worry. We’re fine.”

Conrad shot Jayceon a fierce glare before turning to Arabella, his voice low but filled with authority. “When the Palmer family went bankrupt, if it weren’t for Jay, you wouldn’t be where you are today. If you pursue a divorce now, you’ll be walking away with nothing. Don’t even think about taking a single penny from the Melendez family!”

Tabitha, seated on the sofa, let out a heavy sigh, her eyes reflecting the weight of the moment.

Jayceon stepped forward, his hands gripping Arabella’s shoulders with an intensity that conveyed both his concern and desperation. “It’s Thanksgiving today. Let’s allow Grandpa, Mom, and Dad to rest. We can discuss this tomorrow.”

Arabella shook her head vehemently, determination flaring in her eyes. “Jayceon, I don’t want to wait another minute. I want a divorce!”

Their eyes locked in a fierce standoff, and Jayceon’s grip tightened unconsciously, a mix of desperation and disbelief coursing through him.

With a sudden burst of strength, Arabella broke free from his hold, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the Melendez family, searching for understanding.

She declared, her voice unwavering, “After the Palmer family went bankrupt, Jayceon already settled with me for all the money he spent on them. He has the 150 million dollars. If we divorce now, I’ll be leaving the marriage with no assets and won’t take a single penny from the Melendez family.”

Jayceon’s eyes, whether from too much wine or the weight of the moment, burned a frightening shade of red, reflecting the turmoil swirling within him.