Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 284

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

**Chapter 284**

Samuel’s voice cut through the tension, “If you can bring yourself to do it, I wouldn’t stop you.”

Jayceon, feeling the weight of the moment, shot back, “How about you go?”

With a determined grip, Samuel took Kimberly by the hand, urging her along. “Come on, let’s go. We’ll just ignore him.” Their footsteps echoed as they exited, leaving Jayceon alone in the stark silence of the room.

He surveyed the emptiness around him, the walls closing in, and pulled out the crystal glass pendant he always kept close. Holding it in his palm, he felt its cool surface warm under the heat of his hand, a small comfort amid the turmoil.

By noon the following day, the persistent drizzle continued to fall, a gray blanket draping the world outside.

With a soft knock, Jayceon entered Arabella’s office, the scent of damp earth wafting in with him. He noticed her curled up on her chair, wrapped in a light blanket, a picture of vulnerability during her lunch break. Setting a meal down on her desk, he watched as she stirred, her eyes blinking open to meet his. “Did you need something?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Jayceon approached her, kneeling down so he could look her in the eye. “Arabella, my mom is sick. Could you come with me to see her?”

There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty in Arabella’s gaze, but then she nodded, and Jayceon felt a wave of relief wash over him. “I’ll come pick you up after work tonight,” he said, a hint of hope in his voice.

Arabella shook her head gently, “You go ahead and do your thing. I’ll head over directly after work.”

Jayceon’s eyes lingered on her indifferent expression, a mix of frustration and concern brewing within him. He opened his mouth as if to say more, but the words caught in his throat. Finally, he settled for, “Alright, get some rest. I’ll be waiting for you at the family home tonight.”

With a thoughtful gesture, he pulled the light blanket over her knees, a small act of care, before rising and leaving the office.

Later that evening, Jayceon made his way back to the family home, his heart racing with anticipation. He instructed the kitchen staff to prepare Arabella’s favorite dishes, hoping to create a warm atmosphere to welcome her. As he paced in front of the French doors, he felt the minutes stretch into eternity.

Oliver, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but sigh as he saw Arabella’s car slowly making its way through the gates of the Melendez family estate. Jayceon, umbrella in hand, rushed out of the living room to greet her.

As he escorted Arabella into the living room, the rain pattering softly overhead, the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Conrad’s voice sliced through the air like a knife. “You little brat, after upsetting your grandfather like that, you still have the nerve to come back?”

Arabella met his glare with defiance. “That’s what he gets for raising such a good grandson.”

Her words ignited a fire in Conrad’s eyes, and Jayceon instinctively pushed Arabella toward Tabitha’s room, seeking to shield her from the brewing storm.

Tabitha was lounging on the sofa, a sigh escaping her lips as she caught sight of Arabella. She attempted to regain her composure, but the tension in the room was palpable.

She paused, glancing around, then replied, “Whatever you want to say, say it now.”

Their eyes locked, and Jayceon couldn’t help but frown at the tension that hung between them. “Arabella, what kind of daughter-in-law encourages her mother-in-law to get a divorce? Do you think that’s right?”

Arabella shot back, her voice steady. “Your dad doesn’t treat your mom well. What’s wrong with me advising her to get a divorce? It’s not like I’m encouraging your mom to cuckold your dad!”

His voice dropped to a whisper, “My parents have been fighting for half their lives. It’s just their way of life. How could they possibly get a divorce?”

In a sudden burst of frustration, Arabella shoved him away, her expression serious. “Jayceon, you know very well that your mother didn’t get a divorce when she was younger because of you and your sister. She endured the bullying from your father and grandfather for your sake.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with truth. “But now you’re all grown up. Even Kim, a girl, knows to stand up for her mom when she’s been wronged. As her son, you’ve done nothing. What right do you have to say something like that?”

Seeing the passion in her eyes, Jayceon felt his resolve weaken, and he softened his tone. “Alright, don’t be angry. Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

After her outburst, a wave of regret washed over Arabella. She knew Jayceon had been lectured by Sir since childhood, growing up in an environment where arguments were the norm. It had left him numb, indifferent to the struggles that surrounded him.

This emotional detachment had seeped into their marriage, creating a chasm that felt impossible to bridge.