Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 99

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

**Chapter 99**

At this juncture, Tabitha had come to the painful realization that any words she might utter would be futile. The air was thick with tension, and silence enveloped her, leaving her voiceless and resigned.

Before making his exit, Sir delivered his final decree with an air of finality that resonated in the room. “Given how that girl has framed the situation, we will waive the interest. I’ll have my attorneys handle the divorce proceedings entirely. From this moment forward, there is no need for the Melendez and Palmer families to ever cross paths again.” His tone was cold, devoid of empathy, and it sent a chill through the atmosphere.

Kayla, her back turned to Sir, spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “We couldn’t ask for more.” The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, and her heart sank as she absorbed the implications of his words.

Once the Melendez family had departed, Kayla approached her daughter’s door, her hand trembling slightly as she knocked.

Arabella opened the door, and without hesitation, she flung herself into her mother’s embrace, her voice breaking as she repeatedly apologized. “I’m so sorry, Mom!” Each word was laced with regret and sorrow, a reflection of the turmoil that had engulfed her life.

During her time spent working away from home, Arabella had gained a newfound appreciation for the struggle of earning a living. It was a harsh reality that had opened her eyes to the sacrifices her parents had made for her. Yet, she was acutely aware of her own shortcomings in her field; the path ahead was long and fraught with challenges.

In this moment, she felt the crushing weight of responsibility. She had no means to provide for her parents and brother, and thus, she had to leave them with only a small nest egg. This was the first time she had ever set aside her pride in exchange for financial security, a bitter pill to swallow.

Tears streamed down Arabella’s cheeks as she clung to Kayla, and soon, Kayla found herself weeping alongside her daughter. The pain of their circumstances was palpable.

On the threshold stood Emmett and his father, each on opposite sides, their eyes red-rimmed and filled with unspoken sorrow.

A little over an hour later, Jayceon stirred awake in the opulent confines of the Melendez mansion.

In the living room, Sir remained uncharacteristically silent while a fierce argument erupted between his parents, their voices rising and falling like a tempest. Jayceon’s expression was unusually somber, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding him.

Ignoring the heated exchange, he attempted to slip away, but Sir’s voice cut through the air, commanding him to halt. Reluctantly, Jayceon stepped into the living room, standing before his father, his lips pressed into a thin line, unwilling to utter a single word.

Sir’s gaze bore into him, reminding him, “We’ve reached a settlement with the Palmer family. Once the signing ceremony with Hongyu Group concludes next month, you and Arabella will be divorced. In the interim, you must devise a way to handle that Carrillo mother and son. Even after the divorce is finalized, their identities must remain a secret.”

Conrad, observing his son, felt a sense of pride swell within him. “Jay, a real man behaves this way. As the heir to the Melendez family, you bear a significant burden. Emotions are insignificant when faced with reality. Sentimentality is a luxury you cannot afford.”

Jayceon sighed heavily, “Dad, I understand.” The weariness in his voice was evident, a reflection of the emotional turmoil he was grappling with.

Emmett had already returned to school, leaving Kayla and Roderick to escort Arabella to the community gate.

“Please, don’t worry about me, Mom and Dad. Zachary’s car will be here any moment,” Arabella assured them, her voice tinged with determination, though her heart was heavy.

Kayla and Roderick offered their reminders once more, their concern evident as they turned back toward the community.

Standing by the road at the community gate, Arabella began texting Zachary, her mind racing with thoughts of the future.

But when she looked up and saw Jayceon stepping out of a car, her heart sank, and her expression darkened instantly.

It had been three long days since they last saw each other, and Jayceon appeared equally worn and haggard. He trudged over to her, dragging his feet as if each step was a monumental task. “I’ll take you to the airport,” he said, reaching for her suitcase.

Arabella instinctively pulled her suitcase back, evading his outstretched hand. Even if she hadn’t fully connected the dots before, the truth was becoming painfully clear.

When the Palmer family faced bankruptcy, Jayceon had chosen to marry her because she was pliable, easy to control. All those years, he had been waiting for the woman he truly loved to return to him, but now, she felt more like a pawn in his game than a partner.