Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 121

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

**Chapter 121**

Jayceon’s face was an emotionless mask, revealing nothing of the turmoil that might have brewed beneath the surface. “Your mother is sick in the hospital. I’ll take you there.” His words hung in the air, stark and unyielding.

The moment Arabella registered the news about her mother, a wave of dread washed over her, draining what little color remained from her already pale complexion. Her heart raced, and in a fit of panic, she pushed Jayceon aside, her determination igniting as she dashed to the roadside, her hand waving frantically for a cab.

Watching her, Jayceon felt a mixture of concern and resignation. He didn’t chase after her; instead, he stood frozen for a moment, observing her desperate attempts to hail a taxi, feeling the distance between them widen with each passing second.

Arabella burst into the hospital room, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Just as she arrived, the relatives who had been visiting were filtering out, leaving her feeling even more isolated in the sterile environment.

“Mom,” she called out, her voice trembling as she crouched beside the hospital bed, her heart heavy with a mix of grief and worry.

Kayla, her mother, was propped up against the pillows, her frail form a stark contrast to the vibrant woman Arabella remembered. She grasped Arabella’s cold little hand, her heart aching with a mother’s instinctual need to protect her child. Tears pooled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she murmured, “It’s good that you’re out, it’s good that you’re out,” her voice thick with emotion.

Arabella felt a surge of resolve as she looked into her mother’s eyes. “Dad, Mom, don’t worry about me,” she reassured them, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “I’m innocent. I’ll get a lawyer and fight this case to the end.” Her determination was palpable, filling the room with a fierce energy.

Roderick and Kayla exchanged a worried glance, their hearts heavy with the weight of their daughter’s resolve.

“Arabella,” Kayla began, her voice laced with concern, “your father and I understand that you feel wronged. We can’t help you in the way you want, but you don’t have to shoulder this alone. Think things through before you make any rash decisions.”

The desperation in Arabella’s eyes was unmistakable. “Mom, Dad, please don’t worry about me. I know exactly what I need to do.” Her voice was firm, but beneath it lay a current of fear and uncertainty.

If it meant that she would have to face jail time to escape her marriage with Jayceon, then so be it. She was prepared to pay that price.

Roderick and Kayla, as loving parents, understood their daughter’s fierce spirit, but the thought of her being imprisoned was a torment they could hardly bear. They felt helpless, caught in a web of love and fear for their child’s future.

Later that afternoon, Arabella found herself sitting across from an old neighbor, Auntie Joan, in a cozy coffee shop. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, but it did little to soothe her frayed nerves. Auntie Joan looked at her with a mixture of sympathy and sadness. “You and Jay were such a perfect couple, the one I had the highest hopes for. I never imagined it would come to this,” she sighed, her voice heavy with disappointment.

Determined to resolve her situation, Arabella reached out to Lawyer Patterson. However, the call was a crushing disappointment; not only did he refuse to take her case, but he also declined to meet with her in person. Before hanging up, he attempted to gently persuade her to reconsider, hinting that perhaps it would be best to let it go.

Arabella didn’t press the issue further. After ending the call, she visited several law firms, but each one turned her away, unwilling to take on the complexities of her divorce or the case against her. The flicker of hope in her eyes dimmed, giving way to a profound sense of despair.

This was Zelmere, Jayceon’s domain. She should have anticipated this outcome.

As the night descended, the cold air of Zelmere wrapped around her like a shroud. Arabella stood by the roadside, pulling her coat tighter around her shoulders, seeking warmth against the chill.

“Arabella,” a familiar voice called out. She turned to see Kimberly rolling down her car window, concern etched across her face.

Arabella paused, her heart racing as she approached. In their conversation, Kimberly revealed that Tabitha had been detained because of her, suffering from stress and anger as a result. Samuel had gotten into a massive altercation with Jayceon over her, and their friendship was hanging by a thread. To make matters worse, even Kimberly had nearly been sent abroad by Jayceon, a stark reminder of the lengths he would go to silence anyone who tried to support her.

As Arabella and Kimberly spoke, her phone rang, cutting through the tension. It was her father, Roderick, his voice laced with urgency. “Arabella, come back quickly, your mom’s in the emergency room.”