Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 288

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 288**

In the stillness of the night, Jayceon found himself driving through the quiet streets, following the directions Steve had sent his way. The glow of the streetlights illuminated the path, guiding him to Arabella’s new residence.

As he pulled up in front of her place, he let the car window slide down slowly, the cool night air wafting in. Yet, he hesitated to step out, his heart racing with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

The house, although not entirely detached, stood as an end unit, giving it a sense of privacy. The yard was meticulously maintained, vibrant flowers swaying gently in the breeze, creating a picturesque scene.

He lit a cigarette, the flame flickering momentarily before settling into a steady glow, a companion to his swirling thoughts.

The following morning, as dawn broke and Arabella arrived at the hospital, her assistant Sophie was quick to remind her of the unexpected visitor waiting in her office.

“Jayceon is here,” Sophie informed her, her tone a blend of curiosity and concern.

Arabella took a deep breath and walked into her office. The moment she stepped inside, she spotted Jayceon standing by the window, his back to her, engrossed in a phone call.

He was dressed in a stark black suit that seemed to swallow the space around him, making the room feel smaller, more confined.

When he finally turned around, their eyes locked, and the air between them thickened with unspoken words.

Arabella’s gaze flickered to the untouched breakfast on her desk, a silent testament to her busy morning. “What brings you here so early in the morning?” she asked, her voice steady, yet laced with curiosity.

Jayceon ended his call, the tension palpable as he approached her. “Why didn’t you tell me about something as significant as moving?” he queried, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion.

Arabella’s expression remained impassive as she replied, “This is my own business. Why should I share every detail with you?”

He stepped closer, reminding her, “We’re husband and wife.”

But she quickly corrected him, her voice sharp. “We’re already separated, and I want a divorce!”

A heavy silence enveloped them, as if the walls themselves were bearing witness to their unresolved issues.

After what felt like an eternity, Jayceon softened his tone, “Arabella, I didn’t come here to argue with you.”

As he turned to leave, he added, “Even if we’re separated, we still hold that title.”

Later that morning, in the CEO’s office at the Melendez Group, the atmosphere was tense.

Steve knocked lightly before entering, his demeanor serious. “Mr. Melendez, we’ve reviewed both of Ms. Carrillo’s phones, but we haven’t uncovered any suspicious contacts,” he reported, his brow furrowed with concern.

She continued, her voice tinged with frustration, “Even though Jayceon provided me with a place to live and covers Leandro’s school expenses, for some reason, he won’t give me a single penny. He even pretends not to hear me when I mention wanting to buy something nice. I suspect him…”

Georgina’s words trailed off as she caught her mother’s gaze, the unspoken thoughts hanging heavily in the air.

Gloria squeezed her daughter’s hand, her voice firm yet gentle. “Georgina, it wasn’t easy for me to raise you and your brother. Your brother is useless. Our family is counting on you.”

She continued, “I know you feel wronged, but your sister-in-law has been at odds with your brother every day, threatening to divorce him. Can you bear to see their family fall apart, especially with your two little nephews still so young?”

Gloria’s eyes softened as she spoke. “I believe in your potential to earn a fortune. Once your nephews grow up, they will take care of you. You need to think of a solution. Help your brother and his wife buy a house and settle down first.”

Georgina, though annoyed, nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll find a way to get the money!”

After parting ways with Gloria, Georgina secluded herself in a dim corner of the park.

She attempted to reach out to Steve two or three times, but each time he informed her that Jayceon was too busy to talk.

Her face throbbed with pain from Arabella’s earlier confrontation, and the thought of seeking Jayceon out filled her with dread.