Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 259

**Title: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 259**

The instant Isabelle heard Dean’s name escape Jayceon’s lips, an electric jolt of defiance surged through her. “Even if you bring my dad here, you can’t stop this procedure!” she proclaimed, her voice resolute, unwavering in the face of the storm swirling around her. The weight of the moment bore down on her, yet she remained steadfast, her heart racing with determination.

Before she could fully articulate her thoughts, the fluorescent lights above the operating room flickered ominously, casting erratic shadows before plunging the corridor into an unsettling darkness that mirrored the chaos within her spirit. The flickering lights seemed to echo her internal struggle, amplifying the tension that gripped her.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a nurse appeared, gently guiding Arabella, who looked fragile and vulnerable, into the room. Isabelle’s heart raced as she hurried toward them, her concern palpable in every hurried step. “What took so long?” she asked, urgency lacing her voice as she reached out to help.

Arabella, her voice barely a whisper, replied, “The anesthesiologist was delayed.”

As Isabelle assisted Arabella along the corridor, her eyes caught sight of Jayceon lingering at a distance, his body tense and rigid. Arabella’s gaze met his, and with a faint, bittersweet smile, she murmured, “Isabelle, thank you,” gratitude shining through her weariness.

With a nod, Isabelle and the nurse guided Arabella toward Jayceon. The moment they reached him, the nurse discreetly slipped away, leaving the two of them under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, where the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air.

Jayceon’s heart sank at the sight of Arabella’s pale complexion and unsteady stance. A wave of emotions crashed over him, and without a second thought, he stepped forward, enveloping her in a tight embrace, desperately trying to shield her from the chaos surrounding them.

“Why? Why did you get rid of our baby?” he asked, his voice thick with suppressed emotion, trembling as the anguish poured forth. The raw pain in his tone resonated deeply, echoing the turmoil within him.

Arabella leaned into his embrace, allowing herself a rare moment of vulnerability. “I didn’t want to either, but I couldn’t keep him,” she replied, her voice a fragile whisper, barely reaching his ears, laden with the weight of her sorrow.

Jayceon tightened his grip, his body trembling with the intensity of his grief. “Why couldn’t you keep him? This was our first child!” His voice rose, the raw pain spilling over into anger. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

A choked laugh escaped Arabella, a sound steeped in sorrow. “Jayceon, you want me to have this child, just so he can be like me? Neglected by you, controlled by you, and used by you, forced to swallow all his grievances while watching you run to that mother and son every day?” Her words cut through the air, filled with a mix of bitterness and heartache.

At that moment, Jayceon’s composure shattered. Tears streamed down his bloodshot cheeks, each drop a testament to his heartache. “Arabella, Georgina and I were never really together, not from the beginning to the end!” His voice, low and hoarse, bore the weight of his truth.

With a shaky breath, he continued, “Leandro is Georgina’s child with her ex-husband. He’s not my biological son!” Each word felt like a dagger aimed straight at the heart of their shared past, unraveling the fabric of their relationship.

Arabella felt the sting of tears pooling in her eyes, her smile fading into a mere shadow of its former self. “Jayceon, we were childhood sweethearts for over twenty years. We’ve been married for three years, and I would have torn my heart out for you. But for Georgina, you willingly played father to her son!”

Her voice quivered as she added, “Your confession now only makes me feel how cheap, how awful, how insignificant I am in your eyes.”

As darkness began to creep into her vision, Arabella felt herself slipping away, consciousness fading like the last light of day, leaving her in a void of despair.

She paused, collecting her thoughts, the weight of her reality pressing down on her. “He admitted to my face that Georgina is his wife, saying herself that her child can’t be illegitimate, that he is Georgina’s husband and the father of her child.”

“Victoria, he’s given everything to that mother and child. That was his choice.” Her voice cracked, the pain evident in her words. “For Georgina and her son, he abandoned me and killed my baby.”

In the doorway, Jayceon stood frozen, his eyes bloodshot and filled with despair. Each word that escaped Arabella’s lips pierced through him like a sharp blade, the agony so intense that it felt as though he were suffocating under its weight, trapped in a web of his own making.

As the emotional turmoil reached its peak, Isabelle and Jayceon found themselves standing on the precipice of their relationship, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved pain. The darkness that had enveloped them in the operating room mirrored the shadows of their past, where love had once flourished but now lay fractured under the weight of betrayal and grief. Arabella’s fragile state and her heartfelt confession illuminated the chasm between them, revealing the scars of neglect and the deep-seated fears that had driven them apart. In that moment, Jayceon realized the true cost of his choices, the haunting echoes of his actions reverberating in the silence that followed. The flicker of hope that once ignited their love now felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the harsh reality of their entangled lives.

Yet, within the depths of despair, there remained a glimmer of possibility for redemption. As Arabella bravely faced her fears and expressed her longing for the child she could not keep, Jayceon stood at a crossroads, confronted by the truth of his own heart. The tears that fell from his eyes were not just for the child lost, but for the woman he had taken for granted, the one who had always been there, willing to fight for their love. In the quiet aftermath of their confrontation, a fragile understanding began to take root, hinting at the potential for healing. Though the path ahead was uncertain and fraught with challenges, the spark of connection that had once ignited their souls flickered back to life, urging them to confront their past and embrace the possibility of a future rebuilt on honesty, compassion, and a renewed commitment to one another.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension between Jayceon and Arabella to reach a boiling point. With the emotional fallout of their recent confrontation still hanging in the air, the stakes have never been higher. Will Jayceon finally confront the truth of his feelings for Arabella, or will he retreat into the shadows of his past with Georgina? The fragile threads of their relationship are fraying, and as secrets begin to unravel, the consequences of their choices may lead to irrevocable changes in their lives.

Moreover, the introduction of new characters and unexpected allies could shift the dynamics in ways that neither Arabella nor Jayceon anticipates. As Arabella grapples with her fears and desires, she may find strength in surprising places. Will she reclaim her voice and assert her needs, or will the weight of her heartbreak continue to silence her? The chapter promises to delve deeper into the complexities of love, betrayal, and the quest for personal agency, leaving readers eager to discover how these pivotal moments will shape the futures of both characters. Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster as the story unfolds, and be ready to witness the sparks that could either ignite a new beginning or consume them both in flames of unresolved conflict.