Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 262

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 262**

With a surge of frustration, he exclaimed, “Look around! There are countless men who cheat, yet their families seem perfectly fine. I had a moment of weakness, yes, and I foolishly agreed to claim Georgina’s son as my own. All I wanted was to help her! Why is it that every single one of you treats me like I’m some kind of criminal?”

Jayceon’s voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of desperation. “I understand she has a fiery temper. Once she’s back on her feet, I swear I’ll make amends. I’ll sever all ties with Georgina. As long as I don’t file for divorce, we can absolutely start anew.”

Samuel shot back, his tone laced with disbelief, “You’ve caused Arabella so much pain, made her shed countless tears, and even pushed her to terminate her own pregnancy. You keep talking about making things right, but with what? What can you possibly offer her?”

Jayceon’s dark eyes glinted with determination, a stubborn resolve anchoring his stance. “We have a lifetime ahead of us. I can make her forgive me; I know I can.”

Samuel let out a harsh scoff, “You and Arabella will never share that lifetime you dream of.”

With a resigned sigh, Samuel set down the lighter he had been fiddling with, rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, and reached for an empty glass resting on the coffee table. He gripped the rim tightly, a sudden fire igniting in his eyes as he slammed the base against the table with a resounding thud.

Jayceon’s gaze shifted to the glass in Samuel’s hand, a sense of foreboding creeping over him. Samuel released his grip, and in an instant, the glass shattered into a million tiny shards, the sound echoing like a death knell in the room.

Pointing at the scattered remnants, Samuel declared, “Jay, even with all your power, can you put this glass back together now that it’s shattered?”

Jayceon’s expression darkened, his lips pressed into a thin line as he grappled with the metaphor.

Samuel continued, “Even if you had the finest materials to restore this glass, even if you melted it down and molded it anew, would it ever truly be the same?”

Jayceon opened his mouth, struggling to find words, gasping for a breath that felt stuck in his throat.

Samuel pressed on, his voice heavy with conviction. “A broken rope always has a knot when you try to tie it back together. The notion of a broken mirror being made whole again? That’s just a damn lie.”

He leaned closer, his tone growing more intense. “Making amends is easy, but returning to how things once were? That’s the challenge. You created this rift between you and Arabella with your own hands. It’s a chasm you’ll never be able to cross. Even if you two don’t end up divorced, don’t even think about getting close to her again!”

Her icy demeanor, though weakened by her physical state, pierced through Jayceon’s heart. He knelt beside her, his hands gripping her knees as if anchoring himself to her.

“Arabella, we’ve been married for three years. I was torn between you and Georgina, and I hurt you because of her and her child. I realize now how wrong I was,” he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion.

Tentatively, he reached for her hand, his voice thick with unshed tears. “I promise, I’ll sever all ties with Georgina completely. I’ll never hurt you again.”

Desperation tinged his words as he added, “As long as you don’t mention divorce and don’t move out, I’ll agree to any condition you set. I’ll wait for however long it takes for you to forgive me!”

In the quiet confines of the walk-in closet, they stood mere inches apart, the air thick with unspoken words. Arabella hesitated, her heart racing as she finally spoke, “Jayceon, I still intend to divorce you. But until it’s finalized, I can agree not to move out for now.”

Before he could interject, she continued, “But I have conditions.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jayceon replied, “Name them.”