Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 165

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 165**

As Jayceon’s anger simmered just beneath the surface, Arabella felt a surge of desperation. She instinctively drew Kimberly closer, allowing a few tears to escape, painting her cheeks with a sheen of vulnerability. “Jayceon,” she implored, her voice trembling slightly, “you keep insisting this is all a misunderstanding, yet your actions speak otherwise. How am I supposed to take your word for it?”

Mrs. Dawson, with her unwavering stance, unleashed her fury on the man who had betrayed his vows. “Mr. Melendez,” she began, her voice sharp and unyielding, “if you choose to engage in infidelity, at least have the decency to conceal your indiscretions. You may not possess the qualities of a respectable man, but for the sake of your wife, have some regard for her dignity.”

Her words rippled through the crowd, igniting a wave of murmurs and whispers that filled the air with tension.

Jayceon, caught in the storm of emotions swirling around him, found himself staring at Arabella’s tear-streaked face, her eyes rimmed in red. A heavy weight settled in his chest, suffocating him with the reality of the situation.

He stepped closer to her, taking her hand gently, his tone shifting to one of attempted calm. “Let’s discuss this at home,” he suggested, as if the confines of their house could somehow shield them from the chaos surrounding them.

Arabella couldn’t help but scoff internally. Home? That would be a place where her voice would be silenced, where she would have no opportunity to express her feelings or confront the truth.

In a moment of frustration, Jayceon tried to pull her away, but she wrenched her hand free with determination.

In response, he seized her wrist with a firm grip, preventing her from escaping his grasp. His voice lowered, becoming a quiet but clear warning. “Arabella, don’t forget your place.”

With that, Jayceon began to drag her away, his demeanor unyielding.

Just then, the elevator doors slid open, revealing Oliver, the family butler, flanked by two teams of imposing bodyguards.

Oliver approached them with an air of respect, bowing slightly. “Sir, Mrs. Melendez, the master requests your immediate return to the main house.”

Jayceon’s gaze shifted to Samuel, who stood defiantly behind the bodyguards.

Samuel met Jayceon’s stare with unflinching resolve. “That’s right,” he declared, his tone challenging. “I’m the one who told on you. Go ahead, have my dad lock me up again if you think you can.”

Jayceon fell silent for a moment, lowering his gaze as he processed the confrontation.

He turned to Georgina, his voice softer yet firm. “You should go home.”

Georgina hesitated, her steps faltering as she moved toward the elevator.

Oliver extended his arm, blocking her path with a look of finality. “Ms. Carrillo, I’m afraid you won’t be leaving.”

Fear washed over Georgina, draining color from her face as she looked at Jayceon with wide, pleading eyes. “Jay, I’m scared.”

Jayceon’s heart twisted at her words. He glanced at Arabella, hesitating for just a moment before releasing her hand once more.

He strode over to Georgina, grasping her wrist in front of Arabella, and ushered her into the elevator with a sense of urgency.

Oliver exchanged a look with the bodyguards, who promptly formed a barrier at the elevator entrance, ensuring no one could interfere.

As she did, Kimberly spat out a venomous remark, “Bitch. Let’s see how my grandpa deals with you.”

After hurling her insult, Kimberly turned to Jayceon, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Don’t you dare glare at me. My mom told me to slap her half to death. I’ll save the rest of the slaps for later.”

With that, Kimberly tugged on Arabella, keen to leave the scene.

Jayceon, however, wasn’t finished. He tightened his grip on Arabella’s wrist and shot a warning glance at Kimberly. “Get in your own damn car. I have something to discuss with your sister-in-law.”

Seeing the intensity of Jayceon’s anger, Kimberly felt a flicker of fear and instinctively hid behind Samuel.

Samuel, ever the protective brother, patted Kimberly’s shoulder and said, “Ignore him. We’ll ride together.”

Jayceon’s voice cut through the air, firm and unyielding. “This doesn’t concern you.”

Samuel snorted in response, his expression defiant. “Arabella is my sister. Her issues are my issues. I need to see you get what’s coming to you with my own eyes.”

With that declaration, Samuel pulled Kimberly into the car, leaving only Jayceon and Arabella standing together in the tense silence.

As they finally climbed into the car, neither of them wore a smile; their expressions were clouded with the weight of unspoken words.

The engine roared to life, and Jayceon lowered the partition in the middle of the luxurious vehicle, creating a barrier between them and the world outside.