Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 261

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

**Chapter 261**

As Tabitha and Kimberly entered the room, Jayceon instinctively averted his gaze, feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions swell within him. The tension in the air was palpable, and he could sense the storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Tabitha and Kimberly strode purposefully past him, their heels clicking against the floor, echoing the gravity of the situation. They headed straight into the master bedroom, leaving Jayceon alone with his thoughts.

The sound of a baby’s cries pierced through the silence, each wail striking Jayceon like a physical blow. His heart ached at the sound, and he felt the corners of his eyes sting with unshed tears. Unable to bear it any longer, he turned on his heel and made his way to the study, seeking refuge in the shadows of his own mind.

After what felt like an eternity, but was only a little over ten minutes, Tabitha emerged from the master bedroom. Her expression was fierce, a storm brewing in her eyes. “Where’s that bastard?” she demanded, her voice sharp and unwavering.

Victoria, sensing the tension, simply pointed towards the study. Without a moment’s hesitation, Tabitha strode into the study, her high heels echoing ominously with each determined step.

The door swung shut behind her, sealing Jayceon in a suffocating silence. Almost immediately, he felt the sting of her hand against his cheek—a sharp, stinging reminder of the gravity of his choices. Two hard slaps landed on his face, and he stood there, frozen, accepting the punishment without a flinch.

With a voice laced with fury, Tabitha pointed accusingly at him. “You forced your wife to get rid of your own son, all for the sake of a bastard child. Are you happy now?” Her words cut through him like a knife, each syllable a reminder of his failures.

Jayceon, feeling utterly defeated, sank weakly onto the sofa, his body heavy with despair. “Mom, you don’t understand,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “Georgina was sent abroad by Grandpa for six long years because of me. That child was a result of something terrible—she couldn’t handle it anymore, so she came back to find me. I just want to help her, even if it’s just a little.”

Tabitha’s face flushed with anger, her arm trembling as she struggled to contain her emotions. “Help her? Is that what you call it? Playing daddy to her child while shattering your own family in the process?”

Jayceon shook his head, anguish etched on his features. “You don’t understand. When Georgina returned, she was already battling severe depression. I promised to help her keep the child’s parentage a secret because I feared Grandpa would pressure her again. I wanted her to find her footing, to live a good life with her child, free from worries.”

He pressed a hand against his chest, fighting against the dull ache that settled there, a constant reminder of the turmoil in his heart. In his mind, he had envisioned a way to balance the lives of both Arabella and Georgina, but reality had spiraled far beyond his control.

What he hadn’t anticipated was Arabella’s decision to hide her pregnancy and, in a heart-wrenching act, terminate their child without his knowledge.

“Last night, your grandfather discovered that you lost his great-grandchild over a bastard child. He was so furious that he had to be rushed to the hospital,” she continued, her voice rising with urgency. “You’d better divorce Arabella before he wakes up and move in with Georgina and her son. That way, you might still be able to protect them.”

With that, Tabitha caught sight of Samuel standing at the door and exited the study, leaving Jayceon alone in his despair.

He remained slumped on the sofa, his emotions bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt. Samuel entered, noticing Jayceon’s hand tremble as he struggled to light a cigarette. After several failed attempts, Samuel took the lighter from him and sparked it for him, their shared silence heavy with unspoken words.

Jayceon’s back was turned to the light, his face obscured in shadow, as he took a deep drag from the cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a shroud. The dark circles under his eyes hinted at sleepless nights filled with worry and regret.

After a long pause, he finally broke the silence. “Are you also here to convince me to get a divorce?” he asked, his voice laced with bitterness.

Samuel regarded him thoughtfully before settling into a chair across from him. “Arabella’s decision to terminate your child without a second thought was her way of showing you just how determined she is to end this marriage. Now that we’re at this juncture, do I even need to persuade you?”

Jayceon felt the ground beneath him shift, and he knew he was teetering on the edge of losing everything he held dear.