Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 215

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 215**

Arabella slid into the driver’s seat of her car, the engine humming to life beneath her touch. Meanwhile, Jayceon, sensing the urgency of the moment, quickened his stride, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread.

As she turned the ignition, Jayceon reached out, his hand grasping the window frame, his voice cutting through the evening air, “Arabella,” he called, a hint of desperation lacing his tone.

In a fleeting glance, Arabella met his eyes, but before he could read the emotions swirling within her, she pressed down on the accelerator, the tires screeching as they spun against the asphalt, barely missing him and forcing him to leap back to avoid a collision.

For a while now, Georgina had been uncharacteristically quiet, not stirring any chaos in Arabella’s life. With Jayceon determinedly on his best behavior, always willing to negotiate their way through conflicts, Arabella found her attention gradually shifting away from their tumultuous relationship and focusing instead on her work—a welcome distraction.

Jayceon had taken on a surprisingly domestic role lately. He would clock out exactly on time, waiting for her at home with dinner prepared or picking her up from the hospital after long shifts. Occasionally, he even sent her random texts during the day, the messages filled with mundane observations that felt oddly intimate.

Yet beneath this façade of normalcy lay a deeper strategy, a smokescreen he had crafted. Arabella couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, the sound escaping her lips like a ghost of her former self. For her, this charade felt unnecessary.

As the night deepened over The Azure Bay Estates, Jayceon parked the car but lingered inside, hesitating before stepping into the night. Rolling down the window, he lit a cigarette, the thin tendrils of smoke curling upwards, shrouding him in a veil of mystery and melancholy.

Just then, a sleek white sports car glided into a nearby spot, and Samuel emerged, his presence radiating a mix of mischief and curiosity. He leaned into the window, snatching the cigarette pack from Jayceon’s hand and extracting one with a practiced ease. “Right at your doorstep, and yet you hesitate to go in. What trouble have you brewed this time?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Jayceon exhaled a smoke ring, the wisps dancing away into the night. “As long as you keep your nose out of our business, Arabella and I will be just fine,” he replied, his tone weary yet resolute.

Samuel chuckled, a sound laced with skepticism. “It’s only a matter of time before the two of you split. I’ll be here, popcorn in hand, waiting for the show.”

Jayceon shot him a look, the corners of his mouth tightening into a frown. “If you don’t stoke the flames, that day will never arrive.”

“The whole world is waiting for the inevitable divorce,” Samuel countered, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Your stubbornness is futile.”

With a dismissive glance, Samuel turned away, his expression saying ‘figure it out yourself’ as he strolled towards the apartment building, leaving Jayceon to grapple with his frustration.

Jayceon felt a surge of irritation rising within him, and with a determined push, he opened the car door and stepped out into the night. Just then, Theroux ambled over, dragging a suitcase behind him, his casual demeanor clashing with the tension in the air.

As they approached the elevator, Jayceon blocked Theroux’s path, his voice firm. “You need to go back to your own place tonight. No more crashing at my house.”

Theroux pouted, crossing his arms defiantly. “I won’t.”

Jayceon grasped Theroux’s shoulder, his grip firm but not unkind. “My wife is your doctor, not your babysitter. Don’t push it.”

Theroux’s bravado flared up. “If you try to stop me again, I’ll tell Arabella you hit me.”

Arabella raised a finger, signaling for him to remain silent as she grabbed her phone and slipped out onto the balcony to take the call. Jayceon stood frozen for a moment, grappling with the sudden shift in the atmosphere, before retreating to the bathroom for a shower, hoping the hot water would wash away his worries.

When he emerged, he found Arabella already tucked into bed, the sheets pulled up to her chin. He walked to her side, his heart racing as he prepared to speak, but just then, her phone rang again, breaking the fragile silence.

Arabella snatched up her phone, swinging her legs out of bed. “You should go to sleep. I’ll take this in the other room,” she said, her tone brisk.

“Is this something I can’t hear?” Jayceon asked, his curiosity piqued.

“It’s work-related. Trust me, you wouldn’t understand even if you did hear it. Just get some rest,” she replied, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and urgency.

Jayceon felt a flicker of indignation. “If it’s about work, there’s even less reason for you to shut me out.”

Arabella rolled her eyes, finding the situation absurd. She locked eyes with him, her expression softening for just a moment. “If I ever start seeing someone else, I promise I’ll tell you straight up,” she said, her voice steady.

They held each other’s gaze, the air thick with unspoken words, until Arabella gently pushed him away, creating a physical distance that felt all too heavy. Jayceon stood there, rooted in place, his heart sinking as he watched her move towards the door.

“Arabella, you’d better not mean that,” he called out, his voice tinged with desperation, hoping against hope that she would turn back.