Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 309

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 309**

As the haze of confusion lifted from her mind, Arabella freed herself from Jayceon’s embrace, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest. She locked eyes with him, a mixture of disbelief and determination coursing through her. “Jayceon, say what you just said one more time!” she demanded, her voice steady yet laced with urgency.

Jayceon, sensing the weight of the moment, bent down slightly, striving to meet Arabella’s gaze on equal footing. “I respect your decision. I’ll agree to the divorce,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried the gravity of a thousand unspoken words.

Arabella’s heart raced as she processed his words. “Jayceon, if you truly want a divorce, there’s no need for a lengthy cooling-off period. We don’t have children, and since I’m leaving this marriage without any shared assets, we have no property disputes to settle. Liam has already initiated the legal proceedings on my behalf, and everything is in motion. Today is Friday. On Monday, you’ll come with me to City Hall. I’ll bring all the necessary documents. All you need to do is agree, and we can finalize the Divorce Certificate,” she explained, her voice firm yet tinged with an undercurrent of sorrow.

Jayceon, feeling the sharp ache in his heart, pulled Arabella into his arms once more, as if trying to imprint the moment into his memory. He had never longed for a hug as desperately as he did now, the warmth of her presence a bittersweet comfort. “I’ll give you half of all my personal assets. I’ve already had Steve draft a contract. I won’t hold on to a single cent of the marital property that should rightfully belong to you,” he promised, his tone earnest, a silent plea for understanding in his eyes.

Arabella lowered her gaze, a veil of emotion shielding her eyes from him. It was clear to her that Jayceon had made his choice during the three days he had been away. She knew him well enough to understand that he would make concessions for Georgina’s sake, for her health and well-being. But in this moment, her desire for a divorce overshadowed any thoughts of financial settlements.

“Jayceon,” she said gently, her voice softening as she tried to convey the gravity of their situation, “we share the same family, the same friends, and the same social circles. If we can handle this with decency and go our separate ways amicably, that would be the best outcome for both of us.”

All Jayceon could think about was the overwhelming need to hold her close, to feel her heartbeat against his own. The thought of letting her slip away was unbearable. His voice dropped to a low, pleading tone, one he had never used before. “I promise I’ll be at City Hall on Monday. Please, spend this weekend with me, just this once,” he implored, desperation creeping into his words.

Arabella calmly pushed him away, maintaining her composure. “I hope you keep your word,” she replied, her heart heavy with uncertainty.

The night stretched on, each tick of the clock amplifying the silence between them.

**Chapter 300**

Arabella tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluding her as thoughts raced through her mind like a chaotic storm. Meanwhile, Jayceon spent a restless night alone in his study, the shadows of their shared history looming over him like an unwelcome specter.

Saturday arrived, and by noon, Arabella steeled herself, gathering her emotions and accompanying Jayceon back to the mansion they once called home. As they emerged from the car, Jayceon instinctively reached for her hand, his touch tentative yet reassuring. When Arabella met his cautious gaze, she found herself unable to withdraw, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

Arabella remained still in her seat, her heart heavy. “I don’t want to step into a place that feels tainted,” she replied, her voice steady yet filled with emotion.

Jayceon froze mid-motion, the car door half-open. He turned back to face her, his expression darkening with a mix of hurt and determination. “Arabella, believe me when I say that I never intended to let any woman tarnish our home,” he insisted, his voice firm yet vulnerable.

Arabella couldn’t help but reflect on the truth that lay between them. It was she who had brought Georgina into their lives, yet Jayceon had already been marked by his own choices long before that. Even if he had not strayed physically, his heart had wandered, and that was a stain that lingered.

The atmosphere in the car grew heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Jayceon rolled down both windows, and the sweet scent of gardenias wafted in from the yard, stirring memories that were both cherished and painful.

Noticing the change in Arabella’s demeanor, Jayceon shifted the conversation. “The gardenia bush you planted in the yard must have bloomed early,” he remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Arabella closed her eyes, letting the fragrance envelop her. It was a scent that brought back a flood of memories, memories of a time when she had poured her heart and soul into creating a home with Jayceon. From selecting the tiniest cups to deciding on the decor that adorned their living space, she had invested herself entirely. She had planted flowers by the door and trees in the yard, nurturing every corner of their shared life.