Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 203

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 203**

With a heavy sigh, Arabella swung her legs over the side of the bed, wincing as the ache radiated through her entire body. The remnants of the previous night lingered like a fog in her mind, and as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her heart sank. The marks etched across her skin were a haunting reminder of what had transpired. Seeking solace, she sank into the warm embrace of the bathtub, letting the water envelop her like a protective cocoon.

The clarity that evaded her during the ordeal was now creeping back, and she was left grappling with the reality of what had happened. She had been drugged, her senses dulled, and her thoughts muddled. Yet, Jayceon had been unyielding, a storm of suppressed fury wrapped in a façade of gentleness. She could still feel the weight of his anger beneath his tender touch as he maneuvered her body into various positions, drawing forth tears and desperate pleas from her lips, listening intently to the promises she had made in her vulnerable state.

This experience had irrevocably changed the dynamics between them; she knew that she could never again play the same game. The thought of Georgina flitted through her mind, and she found herself perplexed. Whenever Georgina was near Jayceon, she transformed into a timid creature, much like a mouse caught in the gaze of a predatory cat. Arabella couldn’t comprehend it. Jayceon adored her, showered her with affection, and they even had a child together. Securing her place in his life should have been effortless, yet fear gripped Georgina like a vice.

It seemed clear that relying on Georgina was a futile endeavor, and Arabella needed to devise a new strategy.

Meanwhile, in the sleek, modern office of the Melendez Group, Jayceon was busy pouring a steaming cup of coffee for his mother, Tabitha. “Mom,” he began, glancing up as she settled into the plush sofa, her purse resting delicately beside her. “What brings you here today?”

With an air of elegance, Tabitha placed her coffee down, her expression shifting to one of concern. “It’s been a while since you and Arabella visited the family home. I happened to be in the area and thought I’d check in on you both.”

Jayceon’s gaze dropped to the floor, a shadow crossing his features. “We’re doing fine,” he replied, his voice lacking conviction.

Tabitha’s demeanor hardened as she set her cup down with a soft clink. “Fine? Is that what you call it? Attending a gathering with friends and dragging both Arabella and Georgina along? That hardly sounds like a healthy relationship, Jay.”

His expression remained impassive, but the tension in the room thickened. “Mom, don’t pay attention to Kim’s gossip,” he said, attempting to brush off her concerns.

With a worried look in her eyes, Tabitha pressed on. “Jay, every mother wishes for their children to have a joyful marriage. But you can’t just sever ties with Georgina and her son. You and Arabella don’t have a child to bind you together, and without that, your relationship is bound to crumble.”

A tight-lipped silence enveloped Jayceon as he absorbed her words.

“Son, please,” Tabitha’s voice quivered with emotion, “listen to your mother. Divorce Arabella. It’s better to part on amicable terms.”

Jayceon’s posture was rigid as he remained seated on the sofa, his back straight as an arrow. “Mom, I refuse to get a divorce!” he declared firmly, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.

As for children, he was determined that they would have them, regardless of the complications.

“Mr. Melendez,” Steve began, but Jayceon interrupted, his voice cutting through the air. “If a woman conspires with another woman to drug her own husband, what does that say about her mindset?”

Steve blinked, taken aback by the intensity of Jayceon’s expression. “That’s a tough question, sir,” he stammered.

“Just speak your mind,” Jayceon urged, his eyes narrowing in anticipation.

Gathering his courage, Steve ventured, “A woman who would go to such lengths likely harbors a deep-seated grudge against her husband. If murder were not illegal, she might even resort to rat poison.”

As Jayceon’s expression darkened further, Steve’s voice trailed off, realizing the gravity of the conversation. Could it be that Jayceon was referring to his own wife?

This was serious business, and Steve felt the weight of the moment. Quietly, he placed the file down and exited the office, leaving the atmosphere thick with tension.

The expansive office fell into a profound silence, and Jayceon, clad in black trousers and a crisp white shirt, stood tall before the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.