Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 307

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 307**

Arabella turned her gaze towards Samuel, her eyes glistening with the remnants of tears that had stained her cheeks. The redness around her eyes was a testament to her emotional turmoil, a physical manifestation of the pain she had been carrying for far too long.

With a feeble attempt at a smile, she spoke, her voice wavering slightly, “Sam, from a young age, I’ve always understood that there are good people and bad people in this world. But I never imagined that the person who would hurt me the most would be the one I hold closest to my heart.”

Samuel felt an ache deep within him, a longing to ease her suffering, but he found himself at a loss for words. All he could manage was a heavy sigh, the weight of her sorrow pressing down on him.

Arabella continued, her voice gaining a touch of strength as she reflected on her past. “He was everything to me. I put him on a pedestal, neglecting my own needs and desires. Looking back now, I realize that in my marriage to Jayceon, I didn’t even receive the basic respect that any partner deserves. And to think I expected him to remain loyal to me—how utterly absurd is that?”

Samuel’s expression shifted, his brows knitting together in concern as he listened intently to her words.

A bitter smile flickered across Arabella’s lips, a mix of sadness and resignation. “When we were together, if I tried to get close to him, he’d accuse me of being clingy. If I expressed my feelings, hoping for some comfort, he’d tell me I was being unreasonable. And if I dared to be a little assertive, he’d label me as dramatic. I convinced myself that was just how he was.”

Her voice took on a more somber tone as she continued, “It wasn’t until I discovered that he had been harboring feelings for his first love all along that I understood it was more than just his personality flaws.”

Arabella’s voice trembled slightly as she recounted the moment of revelation. “When I heard him confess the deep regrets he harbored about not marrying Georgina, the dissatisfaction he felt—my heart sank. It filled me with dread. I became so insecure, terrified of losing him, losing this marriage. Every little frown or hint of displeasure from him made me anxious, and I would bend over backward to change.”

“I spent three years married to him,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “Outwardly, I wore a mask of smiles and laughter, but inside, I was a bundle of nerves. I kept morphing into someone I barely recognized, and yet, it still didn’t stop him from rekindling things with Georgina.”

Feeling the weight of her heartache, Samuel gently placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her closer. He offered her his shoulder, a silent gesture of support, allowing her to lean into him, to draw strength from his presence.

It was a mistake that Jayceon could never atone for, a loss that lingered in the air like a heavy fog. The memory of the child brought tears to Arabella’s eyes, her lashes glistening with unshed sorrow. She tilted her head back slightly, trying to hold back the flood of tears, but they slipped down her cheeks despite her efforts.

When she spoke again, her voice was thick with emotion, choked by sobs. “Sam, do you have any idea how desperately I wanted a child?” she asked, her gaze searching his face for understanding.

Turning her head to meet Samuel’s eyes, a bitter smile trembled on her lips, shaking loose more tears. “For three years, I was married to Jayceon. I begged him for a child, resorted to all sorts of pleading and persuasion, but he always refused. Yet for Georgina and her ex-husband’s child, he would move mountains.”

Samuel instinctively wrapped his arms around her, offering comfort as he gently patted her back. “Stop dwelling on the sadness, Arabella. Wanting a child is a beautiful dream. We’ll find a man who possesses great qualities, and together, we can have as many children as we desire,” he reassured her, his tone warm and encouraging.

Through her tears, Arabella whispered, “He’ll never understand how many nights I cried after finding out I was pregnant, or how terrified I felt lying on that operating table all alone.”