Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 240

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

**Chapter 240**

A wave of panic crashed over Arabella, threatening to engulf her completely. She fought against it, forcing herself to remain silent, grappling with the turmoil that churned within her. The bathroom felt like a prison, the walls closing in as she sank to the unforgiving cold floor beside the toilet. In that moment, she was as lost and vulnerable as a small child wandering through a crowded marketplace, desperately searching for a familiar face amidst a sea of strangers.

It hit her like a thunderclap, heavy and suffocating, that Jayceon had orchestrated this entire situation with meticulous precision. His ultimate aim was to ensnare her with a child—a living, breathing bond that would tie her to him for all eternity. The mere thought of bringing an innocent life into such a toxic world filled her with a profound dread. If this child were to come into existence, it would be nothing more than a pawn in Jayceon’s manipulative game, a mere tool for his selfish desires.

How could she ever provide this innocent soul with the nurturing and loving family it so desperately deserved? The stark reality loomed large: it would grow up in an environment devoid of warmth and affection, surrounded by toxicity and deceit. No, she could not allow this child to enter a world where it would be unwanted and unloved.

The chilling idea of anyone discovering that she was carrying Jayceon’s child sent icy tendrils of fear racing down her spine. She needed to act swiftly; every second counted if she hoped to rid herself of this burden.

Just then, a sharp knock echoed against the bathroom door, jolting her from her spiraling thoughts. Arabella inhaled deeply, steeling herself as she quickly composed her features before opening the door.

Zachary stood there, his handsome face etched with genuine concern as he took in her pale complexion. “Arabella, you look a bit under the weather. Has work been too demanding lately? If you need to take a few days off, just say the word. Your health comes first.”

Forcing a smile that felt more like a mask, Arabella replied, “Thank you for your concern, Zachary. I didn’t sleep well last night, but I’m fine, really.”

Zachary placed a neatly organized file on her desk, his demeanor shifting to one of professionalism. “There’s an expert panel discussion in New York at the end of the month. Our hospital has three spots available, and I thought of you. Would you be interested in attending?”

At the mere mention of New York, a flicker of hope ignited within Arabella, momentarily lifting her spirits. “Absolutely, Zachary! I’d love to go!”

She was only about four weeks along, and surely she could manage to hold off until the end of the month. This conference represented the perfect cover, a chance to slip away from Jayceon’s ever-watchful gaze. After the event, she could easily concoct an excuse to linger in New York for a day or two, allowing her the opportunity to discreetly end this pregnancy without raising any alarms.

Once Zachary left the office, Arabella began to pace, her mind racing with swirling thoughts and worries. Jayceon was always scheming, and she was acutely aware that he would be keeping a close watch on her. Last night’s episode of sudden illness must have aroused his suspicions. She needed to find a way to divert his attention before he could pin her down.

Grabbing the internal phone, she called for her assistant. A few moments later, Sophie knocked and entered the room, her expression eager and attentive. Leaning in, Arabella whispered a few urgent instructions into her ear, and Sophie nodded vigorously before hurrying off to put the plan into action.

An hour ticked by, and Sophie returned, her face alight with triumph as she handed over a blood test report along with a small bag of medicine. Arabella glanced at the report; her name was printed clearly at the top, and the results indicated alarmingly high levels of white blood cells and neutrophils.

After a brief visit to Vance Manor in the afternoon, Arabella returned home earlier than expected, only to find Jayceon already waiting for her, his presence looming in the dimly lit hallway.

Setting the glass aside, she met his intense gaze, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and defiance. “It’s just a slight cold. I’ll be alright after taking some medicine. You really don’t need to worry so much.”

With that, she turned and retreated to the sanctuary of her bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.

Once inside, she paused for a moment, allowing herself to breathe before cracking the door open just a fraction. From her concealed vantage point, she watched as Jayceon rummaged through her bag and pulled out the blood test report. A wave of tension swept over her; she knew Jayceon was cunning, and he wouldn’t easily buy her story of a simple cold.

In the dim light of her bedroom, Arabella felt the weight of her choices pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. The fear of Jayceon’s manipulations loomed large, yet within her, a flicker of defiance began to ignite. She was no longer just a pawn in his game; she was a woman determined to reclaim her agency. The prospect of the New York conference brought a glimmer of hope, a chance to escape the suffocating grasp of her reality and to take control of her future. As she observed Jayceon from her hidden vantage point, the realization hit her—she had the power to change the course of her life, even if it meant making the hardest decisions imaginable.

With each passing moment, Arabella’s resolve solidified. She was ready to fight for her autonomy, to ensure that any child she brought into this world would be enveloped in love and safety, not manipulation and fear. The confrontation with Jayceon was inevitable, but she would not face it as a victim. Instead, she would emerge as a warrior, armed with the knowledge that her choices, however difficult, were hers to make. The spark within her was igniting, and as she prepared to step into the unknown, she felt a newfound strength surging through her veins, ready to confront whatever lay ahead.

In the quiet solitude of her bedroom, Arabella felt a profound shift within her—a transformation from fear to fierce determination. The weight of her circumstances had felt unbearable, yet now, it served as a catalyst for her awakening. As she watched Jayceon from her hidden vantage point, she recognized that she was no longer merely reacting to his manipulations; she was ready to take charge of her own narrative. The upcoming New York conference represented more than just a professional opportunity; it was a beacon of hope, a chance to reclaim her autonomy and ensure that any future child would grow up in an environment filled with love, not toxicity. With each heartbeat, her resolve strengthened, illuminating the path forward.

As she steeled herself for the inevitable confrontation with Jayceon, Arabella embraced the warrior within her. No longer would she allow herself to be ensnared by his schemes; she was prepared to fight for her freedom and the future she envisioned. The spark ignited within her was not just a flicker of hope, but a blazing fire of empowerment that would guide her through the darkness. Arabella understood that the choices ahead would be daunting, yet they were hers to make. With newfound strength coursing through her veins, she was ready to step into the unknown, ready to confront her fears and embrace the life she truly desired.