Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 302

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 302**

The weight of betrayal in Jayceon’s heart gradually morphed into a heavy cloak of guilt. He attempted to muster a smile, a mere flicker of his lips, but the sound remained trapped within him, suffocated by his turmoil.

Arabella’s voice broke through the silence, steady yet tinged with emotion. “I’ve known Young Master Arthur for less than a year, yet he knows me better than anyone else. If I so much as frown, he can tell I’m exhausted. No matter how much he may harbor dislike for you, he still keeps an eye on me, ensuring I have the space to rest when I need it. When I put on a brave face and say I’m fine, he sees right through the facade.”

She paused, her gaze piercing into Jayceon’s eyes, searching for understanding. “He suggested we go racing, a simple idea to help me unwind. Even when he’s engrossed in games on the couch, I can feel his eyes darting towards me repeatedly, sensing my mood. He wants to be there for me, even in silence.”

Arabella’s expression softened as she continued, “Jayceon, we’ve shared over twenty years as childhood sweethearts. Do you truly understand me?”

Tentatively, Jayceon reached out to take Arabella’s hand, but she recoiled, creating a chasm of unspoken words between them.

With a firm tone, she declared, “I agreed to let Liam’s child call me ‘Mom’ because I’ve experienced motherhood myself and long for that connection again. I feel the pure kindness emanating from that child, a kindness I’ve missed. We’ve been married for three years, and I ask you, as my husband, what have you done for me?”

Jayceon felt the ground beneath him shift, his heart racing as Arabella’s words struck him like arrows.

Arabella continued, her voice unwavering, “Liam and I were merely acquaintances. I felt compassion for his child and did my utmost to help heal him. In return, Liam broke his own rules to assist with my divorce case. I treated Julian with kindness, and when your grandfather and father made life unbearable for my parents and me, it was Julian who stormed into the Melendez family home to protect me. They have stood by me, shown me loyalty, and respected me. Shouldn’t I reciprocate that goodness?”

Her words hung in the air like a heavy fog. “Jayceon, I have poured my heart into this relationship for over two decades. What have you given me in return?”

Arabella’s voice rose, filled with passion and hurt. “You have showered your favoritism upon Georgina and her son. How do you expect me to respond to that?”

With that, she set down her utensils with a clatter and stormed out, leaving Jayceon reeling in her wake.

Moments later, Samuel entered, a tray of late-night snacks in hand. He took one look at Jayceon’s dazed expression and muttered a single word, loaded with meaning: “Deserved.”

Jayceon sank back against the hospital bed, his mind swirling in confusion and despair.

Samuel pulled up a chair, casually resting one leg on it as he settled in beside the bed. “Do you even realize the depth of the damage you’ve caused, Jay?” he asked, his voice low and serious.

Jayceon squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hide the pain that flickered within.

Before her father could respond, Jayceon interjected, “Dad, Mom, you’ve been busy all day. It’s time for you to go home.”

Tabitha, sensing the tension, shot Arabella a knowing look before gently ushering Conrad out of the room.

Once the door closed, the atmosphere shifted, leaving only Arabella and Jayceon in the space that felt both familiar and foreign.

Having not seen him for a full day and night, Arabella noted the weariness etched on Jayceon’s face.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to take care of you,” she said, crossing her arms defensively. “You’re the one who upset me with your words yesterday. You can’t blame me for needing space.”

Jayceon sat upright on the bed, his gaze fixed on Arabella as she stood by the window, the light casting a soft glow around her. He turned to the drawer and pulled out a small box of dessert. “Your godson left this for you,” he said, offering it with a hint of hope.

Arabella approached and accepted the box from his hand, surprised to learn that Franklin had come to see Jayceon as well. It was just like him—always so thorough, so meticulous, like a true lawyer.

As she turned away with the small dessert box cradled in her hands, Jayceon reached out, grasping her wrist gently yet firmly. He pulled her down to sit on the edge of the bed, the tension between them palpable, both lingering and unresolved.