Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 253

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
**Chapter 253**

Anyone who dared to engage in mind games in the presence of a woman as formidable and high-profile as Arabella was simply inviting their own humiliation.

That evening marked Arabella’s return to her parents’ home—a place filled with memories and a sense of nostalgia. She carefully placed the gifts that Cletus had brought for her parents and brother on the dining table, the bright wrapping paper contrasting with the warm, wooden surface. After a brief chat filled with laughter and stories, she decided to stay the night, seeking comfort in the familiarity of her childhood home.

At least Jayceon had the decency not to intrude on her thoughts again. His absence was a small relief in the whirlwind of emotions she was navigating.

Five days passed in what felt like a blink of an eye.

As Arabella stepped out of the hospital after a long day, she spotted Jayceon waiting by her car, his figure a familiar silhouette against the fading light. A pang of anxiety twisted in her stomach as he approached, his expression a mix of eagerness and trepidation.

“I came to take you home!” he announced, his voice tentative yet hopeful.

Arabella hesitated for a heartbeat, weighing her options, before giving a slight nod. The weight of their five days apart had been heavy, and she had managed to skillfully evade Jayceon’s probing questions during that time. If she could just hold on until the end of the month and rid herself of the baby, perhaps everything would return to normal.

Their drive home was enveloped in a thick silence, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

Upon entering her parents’ house, Arabella noticed how neat and tidy everything was. Bouquets of vibrant roses adorned the wet bar in the dining room, brightening the space with splashes of color. More roses graced the living room and even the bathroom counter, each one a reminder of the affection that filled this home. The bedding in her old room was her favorite shade of blue, and a new candid photo of her and Jayceon rested on the nightstand, a snapshot of happier times.

Despite the thoughtfulness of Jayceon’s little touches, Arabella felt an urge to retreat. She bypassed him and headed straight for the bathroom, seeking solace in the solitude of her routine.

After lingering in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity—over half an hour—Arabella finally emerged to find Jayceon in the bedroom, his voice low as he spoke on the phone.

The moment he noticed her, he quickly ended the call, a hint of guilt flashing across his face. Arabella’s heart sank as she recognized the hesitation in his eyes, instantly deducing who had been on the other end of the line.

Lowering her gaze to conceal the turmoil brewing within her, she sat at the vanity to begin her skincare routine.

Jayceon approached her, his hands gently resting on her shoulders. Leaning down, he caught her reflection in the mirror and said, “Steve called to say that Leandro hurt a classmate at school, and the other party isn’t backing down.”

Arabella remained silent, her thoughts racing as she processed his words.

“I’m going to handle it. I’ll be back soon,” Jayceon added, his voice firm yet uncertain.

“Are you telling me, or asking me?” she replied, squeezing a pump of essential oil into her palm, the scent calming yet bittersweet.

His expression darkened, confusion knitting his brow. “Last night, Steve really did call and say he couldn’t handle it. That’s why I went out.”

“Me not eating things you made has nothing to do with you going out last night,” she interjected sharply, her voice firm.

“Because when I see food you’ve made yourself, I can’t help but think of the blueberry cake you made for Georgina, and the cruise ship, the flowers, the beach, and that Instagram post declaring your love.”

Her voice softened, but her resolve remained. “Jayceon, you know that ever since I was little, if something isn’t one-of-a-kind, if it doesn’t belong only to me, I absolutely won’t have it.”

She looked him straight in the eyes, her heart racing. “Since you made it for Georgina, don’t make it for me again. It honestly disgusts me.”

Jayceon stood frozen, his mouth agape, unable to respond as Arabella turned and walked away, leaving him in stunned silence.

At eight-thirty in the morning, Arabella entered her consultation room, the familiar surroundings grounding her. She changed into her white coat, expertly gathering her long hair with a hair tie, pulling it back into a simple low ponytail that framed her face.

“Call in the first patient!” she instructed her assistant, Sophie, her tone brisk and professional.

Just as she finished speaking, Zachary knocked and stepped inside, but it was the man behind him, holding a child, who caught Arabella’s attention, drawing her focus away from the tumultuous morning she had just endured.