Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 195

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

**Chapter 195**

Arabella found herself momentarily stunned, her mind racing to catch up with the rapid shift in Jayceon’s line of questioning. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Did you really just ask me that?” she thought, grappling with the implications of his words. Finally, she exhaled and admitted, “I left my computer at the office, so yes, I used yours for a bit.”

Inwardly, she scoffed, *That troll really is unreliable.*

Jayceon’s eyes narrowed as he dissected her response, each word he uttered dripping with skepticism. “Decrypting the encrypted files on my computer, is that what you call ‘using it for a bit’?”

The silence stretched between them, an electric tension that seemed to vibrate in the air. Arabella felt her heart race as their gazes locked, and a moment of hesitation washed over her.

“Jayceon,” she finally said, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability, “I’m scared of your threats. I don’t trust you.”

He scrutinized her, his gaze piercing, and she could see the rapid constriction of his pupils as her words registered.

“The agreement is void,” he stated, his tone grave. “The evidence that could have led to your arrest is gone. You’ve decrypted and accessed the computer. I have nothing to hold over you now. Do you trust me now?”

Arabella’s calm demeanor belied the storm of thoughts swirling within her. “Jayceon, I know better than anyone how heartless you’ve been to me. I will never trust you again.”

She thought of the countless ways he could manipulate her, *If he wanted to control me, he has endless tactics at his disposal.* The things he had destroyed were merely a temporary setback in his grand scheme.

Jayceon grasped Arabella’s hands, his grip firm and unyielding. “You promised me. Why are you still being like this?”

Arabella tilted her chin up defiantly, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve. “Promising you is one thing. Actually doing it is another.”

With that single, sharp retort, she rendered Jayceon momentarily speechless, his frustration palpable.

The air crackled with unresolved tension as they stood mere inches apart, each lost in their own thoughts. Jayceon searched Arabella’s expression for any sign of wavering, his voice low and deliberate, “Are you sure you want to keep this up?”

Arabella’s face was a mask of seriousness. “I’m doing this for your own good.”

The atmosphere shifted, freezing as Jayceon’s anger began to simmer just beneath the surface, fueled by her unwavering stance.

With a sudden intensity, he seized her shoulders, his voice cutting through the silence with clarity. “Since you’ve come to this realization, then show your generosity. Just don’t regret it.”

In a swift motion, Jayceon pushed Arabella away, turning on his heel and storming out without a backward glance.

Samuel chuckled, a hint of mischief in his tone. “Any man would treat you better than Jay does.”

Arabella felt a twinge of discomfort, her lips pressing together as she recalled her past. “I was young and naive, captivated by his looks.”

Leaning against the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, Samuel took a sip of his water, his expression turning serious. “With you going through all this trouble to set those two up, Georgina is probably laughing in her sleep.”

He continued, “She gets all the benefits, and when something goes wrong, she’ll just push the blame onto you. Aren’t you afraid the old man will punish you again if he finds out?”

Arabella peeled an orange, handing a slice to Samuel as she shrugged off his concerns. “I don’t even care about Jayceon anymore. Why would I care about that old geezer?”

With a determined glint in her eye, she added, “As long as I can get a divorce, I’ll be the villain in their story. It’s best if they despise my presence and kick me out themselves.”

Samuel straightened, placing his glass down with a firm resolve. “I’ve booked a place for a small get-together with friends tonight. Come over after work. I’ll even invite that troll along too.”

Arabella raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief creeping into her voice. “Can I bring Georgina with me?”

Samuel grinned, “No problem.”