Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 293

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 293**

In a voice barely above a whisper, Jayceon confronted Arabella, “Even if we end up divorced, do you genuinely believe you can find someone better than me?” His words hung in the air, heavy with a mix of challenge and disbelief.

Arabella met his gaze, her eyes steady and unwavering. “A woman doesn’t need to rely on a man to survive. Marriage isn’t the entirety of a woman’s existence,” she asserted, her tone firm and resolute.

As she spoke, Jayceon’s expression shifted. The warmth that once resided in his eyes began to evaporate, leaving behind a cold, steely resolve. “Arabella,” he replied, his voice unnervingly calm, “if you think that one Franklin is all it takes to fulfill your desires, you are gravely mistaken.”

Arabella felt a surge of defiance rise within her. “Jayceon, with or without Franklin, I am determined to get this divorce!” she declared, her voice unwavering despite the tension swirling around them.

Jayceon scoffed dismissively, signaling the driver to continue their journey. The car moved forward, but Arabella felt the weight of her predicament pressing down on her. Each passing moment was a struggle, an internal battle as Jayceon drove her straight to their home.

She cast a cautious glance at him, her heart racing. This was a side of Jayceon she had never witnessed before; the anger and loss of control he displayed were alarming.

Arabella’s thoughts drifted to a notorious true-crime case she had read about, the kind that sent shivers down her spine.

As they arrived, Jayceon bent down, placing a pair of slippers by her feet. “You want a divorce? By all means, create a scene. But until you have that Divorce Certificate in your hands, you’re going to remain right here!” His words were laced with a mix of authority and frustration.

Arabella stood frozen, clutching her phone tightly by the shoe cabinet, her heart racing. In that moment, Jayceon seemed to lose all the power he had over her. “You don’t need to be so defensive with me,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “I’m not so far gone that I would ever force myself on my own wife.”

With that, Jayceon turned and retreated to the study, leaving Arabella in a whirlwind of confusion and chaos.

Her mind raced, grappling with the reality of their situation. Was Jayceon truly losing his grip?

Fortunately, the night passed without any significant incidents, though the tension lingered like a storm cloud overhead.

The following day, as the sun climbed high in the sky, Arabella found herself seated across from Franklin in a quaint restaurant. The atmosphere was filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of cutlery.

“Liv,” she began, her voice steady, “the Melendez family isn’t just any family. If my divorce case is putting pressure on you, please don’t feel obligated to continue.”

Franklin leaned forward, concern etched on his face. “Dr. Palmer, if there’s still a chance to mend your relationship with Mr. Melendez, I can withdraw the suit, allowing you to reconsider.”

Arabella shook her head firmly, determination shining in her eyes. “To be honest, Liv, I do have my concerns, but I absolutely must go through with this divorce.”

Franklin nodded, understanding the weight of her decision. “Although the Melendez legal team is notoriously difficult to navigate, and the Melendez family essentially runs Zelmere, Mr. Melendez is the one at fault here. As long as you’ve made your decision, Dr. Palmer, you have nothing to worry about on my end.”

After a restless night filled with racing thoughts, Arabella felt a flicker of comfort at Franklin’s words. That’s Liam for you, she mused, always so skilled at leaving a little room for negotiation. Very shrewd indeed.

Julian regarded her with a serious expression. “Do you truly want a divorce?”

Arabella placed a hand over her heart, her eyes filled with determination. “I dream of getting a divorce.”

Julian lowered his gaze, fiddling with the rosary beads in his hand. “Just be cautious with the needles later. Don’t get distracted and poke another hole in my head.”

Arabella could only stare at him, speechless.

As the evening wore on, it was already past seven when Arabella finally left Vance Manor.

Suddenly, a car’s high beams flashed in her direction, causing her to slam on the brakes in alarm.

“Ma’am, the old man requests your presence at the mansion,” the driver announced, his tone formal yet urgent.

Arabella felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she was driven back to the Melendez mansion. She had anticipated another confrontation, but to her surprise, the old man’s demeanor had softened, a stark contrast to his usual self.

He regarded her with a surprising gentleness. “Jay won’t divorce you, which means he still has feelings for you. And since Georgina’s child isn’t Jay’s either, you should consider settling down and living a good life with him. Let’s put the past behind us and move forward.”