Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 275

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 275**

Arabella followed Kimberly’s gaze, her curiosity piqued, and turned her head, only to find Jayceon standing there like a statue, completely still, as if he were a mere observer in a world that had moved on without him.

With a playful pout, Arabella deliberately poured herself a generous glass of wine, savoring the rich aroma before taking a slow, deliberate sip, letting the warmth spread through her.

Kimberly, sensing the tension in the air, rose to her feet, her voice quivering as she stammered, “Um, Jayceon, please don’t put this on Arabella. It was my fault. I just felt thirsty and came in for a drink.”

Jayceon’s expression darkened, his finger pointing toward the door with an air of authority. “The family car is waiting outside. You need to go home now!”

In a flurry, Kimberly grabbed her bag and dashed out, her footsteps echoing in the stillness.

Jayceon surveyed the room, his gaze sweeping over the multitude of hostile eyes that seemed to bore into him, before he turned to Arabella, his voice low and serious. “Are you planning to walk out of here on your own, or do I need to carry you?”

Arabella rolled her eyes dramatically at Jayceon’s tone, grabbing her bag with a huff before making her way outside.

Once on the sidewalk, the cool night air hit her like a refreshing wave, but Jayceon halted her progress.

“Arabella,” he said, his voice softer now, “it’s late. Let me take you home?”

Surprised, Arabella paused, taken aback by the unexpected gentleness in his offer. She turned to face him, her expression contemplative. “Jayceon, we’ve known each other for over twenty years. For things to have spiraled to this point, it seems utterly pointless to keep dragging it out.”

Jayceon stepped closer, tentatively reaching for her hand, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “So tell me, what do you want?”

Arabella’s gaze was icy, her resolve unyielding. She pulled her hand away, a sarcastic smile creeping onto her lips. “You ask that as if I could just wish for what I want and have it granted.”

Jayceon’s eyes locked onto hers, unblinking, as if he were trying to decipher the depths of her soul. “Arabella, can you please not look at me like that?”

Her stare was unwavering. “The way I’m treating you now is nothing compared to how you treated me back then.”

In a moment of frustration, Jayceon seized her shoulders, his grip firm but desperate. “Arabella, I know I was wrong. Please, give me another chance!”

Arabella let out a laugh, a sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, “A chance to find a house for Georgina? To keep a mistress in a love nest again?”

Jayceon’s hands slipped from her shoulders, the weight of her words visibly deflating him. “You know?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“When you were in a bad mood, I felt lost, terrified of saying the wrong thing. When you couldn’t sleep, I stayed up with you, desperately studying pharmacology. When your stomach hurt, I felt worse than you did.”

“This is what real love is,” Arabella declared, her voice steady and firm. “It’s when words aren’t necessary, and I can feel all your joys and sorrows without you saying a thing.”

“It’s me willingly taking on all your negative emotions. I was constantly worried I wasn’t doing enough, not giving you enough. I ached for you, thought about you endlessly, and wanted nothing more than to give you my heart.”

“Jayceon, the highest form of love is feeling someone else’s pain as if it were your own, and I once did that for you!”

“Arabella!”

With eyes brimming with emotion, Jayceon enveloped Arabella in a tight embrace, desperation flooding through him.

Arabella squirmed in his grasp, but he held her even tighter, as if fearing she would slip away.

Choking on his words, Jayceon murmured, “I’m so sorry, Arabella. I failed you. It’s all my fault!”