Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 117

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

**Chapter 117**

Arabella pivoted on her heels, just in time to catch sight of Jayceon emerging from his sleek, polished vehicle. The sight was striking. He wore an impeccably tailored business suit, the kind that whispered wealth and power, complete with a perfectly knotted tie, an eye-catching brooch, and a watch that gleamed like a beacon of success. His luxury car, flanked by imposing bodyguards and an ever-efficient assistant, painted a vivid picture of his elevated status in society.

As he stood there, his tall frame and strikingly handsome features gave off an air of authority that was hard to ignore. To Arabella, he resembled a stoic deity stepping down from a lofty palace—cold, noble, and undeniably formidable.

Their eyes met briefly, and in that fleeting moment, a myriad of unspoken words hung in the air between them. Yet, neither chose to break the silence. Instead, they both averted their gazes and began walking toward their respective waiting rooms, each lost in their own thoughts.

Arabella reached for the door of waiting room number 2, pushing it open with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Inside, Lawyer Patterson was diligently making her final preparations for the hearing that loomed ahead. The lawyer was a picture of focus, her brow furrowed as she reviewed the evidence of Jayceon’s affair. Arabella felt a surge of confidence; Jayceon had arrived punctually, and she was convinced that victory in this divorce case was within her grasp. The thought of reclaiming her freedom filled her with an overwhelming sense of relief, washing over her like a warm tide.

“Your phone needs to be off before the hearing, Miss Palmer. Is there anything else you wish to discuss?” Lawyer Patterson reminded her, her voice steady and professional.

Just as the lawyer was about to continue, a sharp knock echoed through the room, causing both women to look up. Arabella’s heart raced as Steve entered, flanked by two police officers. She exchanged a worried glance with Lawyer Patterson, her stomach tightening.

“Steve, is something wrong?” Arabella asked, her voice laced with concern.

Steve stood there, his demeanor respectful yet serious. “Mrs. Melendez, the police are here for you,” he stated, his tone grave.

One of the officers stepped forward, holding a detention warrant in his hand. “Ms. Arabella Palmer, we have reason to believe you are involved in the theft of confidential company documents, which has resulted in significant losses for your employer. You are under criminal detention. Please accompany us.”

Arabella felt her breath catch in her throat as her mind went into a frenzy. Buzzing thoughts raced through her head, and her complexion drained of color. The world around her began to spin, and she instinctively clutched the edge of the table, desperately trying to ground herself.

“It was your cousin, Mr. Leo Palmer, who implicated you,” Steve explained, his voice steady but filled with concern. “He claims you instructed him to steal confidential files from my phone and leak them to a rival company.”

Arabella stood frozen, disbelief washing over her like a cold wave. Her mind was a chaotic storm, unable to process the gravity of the situation.

“Ma’am, I reported everything to the police as soon as I learned of it. There must be some misunderstanding here,” Steve urged, his eyes pleading. “Perhaps you should clarify the situation with Mr. Melendez directly.”

Clarify? The thought sent a chill down her spine. Arabella let out a sharp, humorless laugh, the sound echoing in the tense air. She would rather endure the confines of a prison cell than return to that ‘cage’ of a marriage. She had never touched Steve’s phone, not once. Her conscience was clear, and she believed that justice would ultimately prevail.

Jayceon paused, his silence stretching uncomfortably. “Dad, Mom, I am the CEO of the Melendez Group. When company secrets are leaked, I have a responsibility to see the investigation through and to answer to all my employees,” he stated, his voice firm yet conflicted.

Later that night, in the opulent confines of The Azure Bay Estates, Kevin Vinson was updating Jayceon on the latest developments in Arabella’s case when Samuel appeared unannounced. Jayceon exchanged a knowing glance with Steve, who promptly excused himself.

Once alone, Samuel confronted Jayceon, his voice low and accusatory. “You’re the one who orchestrated Arabella’s arrest, aren’t you?”

With an air of calm, Jayceon rose from his seat, moving toward the liquor cabinet to pour Samuel a drink.

Samuel snatched the glass and slammed it onto the coffee table, the sound reverberating ominously. “Your silence speaks volumes,” he retorted, his frustration palpable.

“The police will deliver the fairest outcome,” Jayceon replied, his tone measured yet ambiguous.

Samuel’s chest heaved with emotion. “Steve has been loyal to you for years; how could he make such a rookie mistake?” he questioned, disbelief etched across his face.

Jayceon settled back onto the sofa, turning on the television as if seeking refuge in its glow. “Even the most meticulous individuals can falter at times. Steve is human, not infallible. Mistakes happen,” he said slowly, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his shoulders.