Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 292

**Title: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 292**

The board members of the Melendez Corporation turned their attention sharply to Jayceon, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. “A letter from a divorce lawyer?” one of them murmured, incredulity lacing his tone.

With a steady hand, Jayceon accepted the divorce papers from his father, a heavy weight in his grasp, and passed them to Steve, who stood nearby. The tension in the room was palpable, a thick fog of unspoken thoughts swirling around them.

Steve, his heart racing, steadied himself and spoke up, “I apologize, esteemed board members. There seems to have been a mix-up. This document is intended for me.” His voice wavered slightly, but he maintained a professional demeanor.

As Conrad’s voice rose in a scolding tone, Steve made a hasty exit from the conference room, clutching the divorce papers as if they were a ticking time bomb. The board members exchanged glances, each one brimming with their own theories about the unfolding drama.

Later, in the confines of the CEO’s office, the atmosphere crackled with tension. Conrad’s face was a storm of fury, his jaw clenched tight. “Indecisiveness will only lead to more trouble,” he barked, his voice echoing off the polished walls. “To have divorce papers served during a board meeting… who gave her the audacity?”

His finger jabbed accusingly in Jayceon’s direction, a gesture filled with frustration. “Jay, I’m telling you, you need to end this marriage immediately. Make her walk away with nothing and sever her ties to the Melendez family!”

Jayceon remained stoic, his expression unwavering. “Dad, this is my marriage, and I will make my own decisions. Whether we divorce or not is entirely my choice.”

Conrad’s face flushed with rage, a vein pulsing ominously on his forehead. “This isn’t just about you!” he shouted, his voice rising dangerously. “Find me that lawyer. I want to see who’s bold enough to take on a divorce case for the Melendez family!”

With that, Conrad stormed out, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the room.

As the evening descended, Arabella emerged from a supermarket, her mind still preoccupied with the day’s events. Suddenly, she was yanked into a car by Jayceon, the world around her fading into a blur.

The driver and Steve exited the vehicle, standing a few yards away, giving the couple a semblance of privacy. In the plush back seat of the luxury car, the air was thick with unspoken tension as they locked eyes, each searching for answers in the other’s gaze.

Arabella could sense the simmering anger radiating from Jayceon. If her instincts were correct, he had received the divorce papers. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on them, Jayceon’s restrained fury palpable in the confined space.

“Arabella,” he began, his voice low but charged with emotion. “I know that some of my actions in the past were unacceptable to you. You kept the abortion a secret, and that was a punishment in itself. I’ve tried to be considerate of your feelings and your health. I even agreed to a temporary separation to give you the space you needed. What more do you want from me?”

Jayceon searched her eyes, his voice earnest. “I have my reasons. I’ll be honest with you; I’m only keeping Georgina around to—”

“Jayceon, you can talk until you’re blue in the face, but I won’t believe a single word you say!” Arabella interrupted, her resolve unyielding.

They stood in silence, the atmosphere thick with tension, both unwilling to back down.

Finally, Jayceon shifted the conversation. “Arabella, did you know that Franklin charges by the hour in US dollars? He has only taken on commercial cases since he started. For him to make an exception for you so easily… have you considered what his true intentions might be?”

Arabella shot back without hesitation, “Jayceon, just because you believe I’m worthless doesn’t mean everyone else does. Liam is a good father. I did everything I could to help his son recover, and now he’s assisting me with my case in return. If you have other theories, they’re just that—your theories.”

Jayceon reached out tentatively for her hand, but she angrily recoiled, pulling away from his grasp.

He swallowed his frustration, his voice softening as he spoke again, “Arabella, please…”