Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 126

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

**Chapter 126**

Naturally.

Jayceon had meticulously orchestrated this moment, biding his time until she would finally relent and lower her gaze.

Tabitha was absolutely correct.

Arabella was not the one at fault in this tangled web of emotions. Why would she sacrifice her own future for a man like Jayceon?

From this point forward, her union with Jayceon would be devoid of affection—merely a transactional arrangement, where each would reap their own benefits.

Arabella pressed on with her inquiries, her voice tinged with frustration, “When will you finally drop the lawsuit against me?”

Jayceon remained silent, his expression unreadable as he guided Arabella toward the bedroom, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Releasing her hand, Jayceon uttered, “No need to hurry. We’ll discuss this after dinner.”

His nonchalant demeanor only served to further infuriate Arabella.

When she spoke again, her voice unconsciously rose in pitch, “Jayceon, are you really trying to play games with me again?”

With a weary sigh, Jayceon drew her closer, his fingers gliding through her long hair in a soothing motion.

A profound gentleness flickered in his deep-set eyes as he gazed down at Arabella’s furrowed brow, her expression a mix of anger and confusion.

He leaned in, enveloping her in his embrace, his voice soft and assuring. “You’re my wife. What would I gain by toying with you?”

His warm palm rested against the small of her back, a gesture meant to comfort as he murmured, “As long as you reside in this house, as long as you bear my name, I will ensure everything is taken care of for you.”

The softness in his voice was almost disarming, yet it carried an unmistakable weight—there was no room for dissent.

Arabella felt a mix of emotions as Jayceon led her by the hand into the dining room, the very act a reminder of his cunning nature.

He was truly a master of manipulation, weaving sweet words while concealing his true intentions beneath layers of charm.

If she hadn’t experienced his deceit firsthand, she might have almost believed him.

Once seated, Jayceon retrieved the personal soup tureen from Victoria, checking the temperature with the precision of a seasoned chef before placing it in front of Arabella.

When she hesitated to take it, he gently positioned the soup tureen closer to her, his gaze unwavering.

“If this is too overwhelming for you, you can leave right now,” he said, his harsh words delivered in a voice that was almost tender.

Arabella clenched her fists, picking up the soup spoon, yet found herself unable to bring it to her lips.

Arabella could no longer contain her emotions. “Jayceon, I demand that you drop the lawsuit and clear my name at once.”

Jayceon cast a sidelong glance at her, retrieving a contract from a drawer and placing it deliberately on the desk between them.

He spoke slowly, each word measured, “Sign this agreement, and I will grant you whatever you desire.”

Arabella’s brow furrowed as she opened the document, her eyes widening in disbelief. It was a postnuptial agreement.

The first clause stipulated that whoever initiated a divorce during their marriage would owe the other an exorbitant amount of compensation—an unyielding financial chain.

The second clause demanded that her demeanor towards him revert to the affectionate warmth of their first year together.

In essence, it was not sufficient for her to return physically; her heart must follow suit.

She was expected to initiate care, to draw close to him, to love him as she once had.

Suppressing the tumult of emotions within, Arabella set the contract down with a heavy sigh. “You know full well that you coerced me into returning. Is there any purpose in pretending otherwise?”

Jayceon’s expression remained cool and detached. “The process is irrelevant. What matters is the outcome.”

A bitter smile tugged at Arabella’s lips, a mixture of sorrow and indignation. “Jayceon, I am nothing more than a façade for you, a mere obstacle between you and the woman you truly love. You’ve already cornered me—do you really need to bind me with a contract to ensure my compliance?”