Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 172

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 172**

“Since she married you, she’s become a part of the Melendez family,” Sir declared with a tone of finality that echoed in the room. “As the esteemed mistress of the illustrious Melendez clan, it is her duty to manage any disturbances, especially from a concubine. As long as you refuse to divorce her, she must face the repercussions of her failure!” His words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the expectations that weighed down on Arabella.

With that, Sir was gently assisted back to his room by Oliver, who offered a silent nod of understanding at the gravity of the situation.

Conrad, standing nearby, couldn’t hide his scorn for Arabella. “The great Mrs. Melendez can’t even handle one woman. What a useless thing!” His disdain dripped from each syllable, and he strode away, leaving a trail of discontent behind him.

Once Conrad had departed, Tabitha approached Jayceon, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “Jay,” she began, her voice steady yet filled with emotion, “by choosing to bind yourself to Georgina, no matter the circumstances, you’ve essentially forsaken your wife. For the sake of the two decades you and Arabella spent as childhood sweethearts, you need to let her go.”

Jayceon’s face darkened, shadows of conflict swirling in his eyes. He felt a tempest brewing within him, caught between loyalty and obligation.

Tabitha pressed on, her tone softening but remaining firm. “You don’t love her, and you can’t protect her. You’re unable to provide her with the basic respect a husband owes his wife, nor can you grant her the dignity she deserves. She’s already willing to let you pursue your love, yet you still insist she remains by your side. What is it that you truly want?”

“Mom, no matter what you say, I will not divorce Arabella!” Jayceon’s voice rose, laced with desperation as he felt the walls closing in on him. He stormed out of the mansion, his heart racing as if he were fleeing from the very essence of his turmoil.

He drove furiously to the hospital, each turn of the wheel a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating reality of his choices. Upon arrival, he learned that Arabella had already been taken to a room.

As he stood at the door, lost in his thoughts, Samuel emerged from the hospital room, his expression a mix of exhaustion and anger. Upon spotting Jayceon, he gestured toward the empty room next door. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice low and tense.

They entered the adjacent room, the door clicking shut behind them. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words. Just as Jayceon turned to face Samuel, a fist came barreling toward him.

With a grunt, Jayceon absorbed the full impact of Samuel’s punch, the force of it reverberating through him.

Before he could react, Samuel swung again, but this time, Jayceon intercepted it with his hand. “Samuel, that’s enough!” he shouted, a mix of anger and hurt flaring in his chest.

He couldn’t accept Georgina, neither in his heart nor in his life. The happiness she sought was tainted by his choices, and he felt trapped in a promise he had made long ago. His silence, his defense of Georgina, had only served to deepen Arabella’s misunderstandings and wounds.

Yet, in his heart, he knew he hadn’t betrayed their marriage, nor did he ever intend to abandon it. From the moment he chose to marry Arabella, he had committed himself to her for a lifetime. He had fought so hard to bring her back to his side; divorce was simply not an option.

After a moment of reflection, Jayceon took a deep breath, steeling himself before pushing open the door to Arabella’s room.

Inside, he found her lying quietly on her side, her eyes closed, receiving an IV drip. The sight of her fragile form tugged at his heart. Though Oliver had restrained himself, the pain inflicted upon her was evident. She had endured so much, and he couldn’t help but think of the countless times he had faced the family’s disciplinary wrath for Georgina, each lash a reminder of the love that had driven him to such extremes.

He had truly embodied the phrase “love her to the bone,” but now, as he stood by her bedside, he felt the weight of his choices pressing down on him. He sensed that Arabella was aware of his presence, but for now, she remained silent, her eyes still closed, unwilling to engage with the turmoil between them.

Jayceon stood there, a silent sentinel, watching over her, lost in the depths of his own thoughts, unsure of what the future held for them both.