Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 315

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

**Chapter 315**

As Arabella stood there, a wave of emotion washed over her, causing her to tilt her head back slightly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on her chest.

Just behind her, another couple emerged, their voices raised in a heated argument, Divorce Certificates clutched tightly in their hands like badges of failure. Their bitter words filled the air, a stark reminder of the pain that could accompany such separations. Arabella’s heart sank further as she absorbed the sight, yet she pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on the familiar silhouette of Jayceon’s car coming into view.

With a determined stride, Arabella approached the vehicle, her heart racing as she opened the car door for Jayceon herself. It felt oddly empowering to take this small action, yet her nerves danced beneath the surface.

As Jayceon stepped out, his gaze locked onto Arabella’s face, and he noticed the redness around her eyes, a testament to her inner turmoil. Without thinking, he reached out, taking her hand and guiding her to a quieter corner, where he gently brushed his rough fingertips against the dampened edges of her eyes. “Hey,” he murmured softly, concern etched across his features.

Arabella, feeling a mix of gratitude and urgency, pulled his hand down, her voice steady but hurried. “Let’s hurry. We can still make it before they close.”

When Jayceon remained still, a hint of hesitation flickering in his eyes, Arabella instinctively grasped his arm, trying to coax him along.

“Arabella,” he said, his voice low but firm, “do you remember what you promised me?”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and Arabella felt a rush of anxiety. “Jayceon, as long as you finalize the divorce with me today, I promise I’ll do my best to cure Georgina,” she replied quickly, her heart racing with both hope and fear.

Jayceon took a moment, his eyes searching hers as if seeking something deeper. “I agreed to the divorce partly because I want you to hypnotize Georgina, to get to the truth,” he admitted, his voice trailing off momentarily. Then, with a newfound intensity, he continued, “But the most important reason I agreed to the divorce is you. Because you want a divorce, and because I want to start over with you!”

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Arabella felt her heart flutter, but she quickly averted her gaze, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. She didn’t want to argue or dwell on his words. Instead, she reminded him, “City Hall is about to close. We should hurry inside.”

Jayceon’s expression shifted, a sudden wave of panic rising within him. Without thinking, he pulled Arabella into his arms, disregarding the curious glances of passersby.

“Jayceon,” she said softly, her voice soothing as she patted his shoulder, “we’re just getting a divorce. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. Don’t be like this.”

Slowly, Jayceon released her, his reluctance evident as they both took a step back. Their eyes lingered on one another, the unspoken emotions hanging heavily in the air. Finally, with a deep breath, Jayceon took Arabella’s hand, and together they walked into City Hall, side by side, as if they were still a couple despite the impending separation.

It was the last Monday in May, and the clock read 11:45 AM as they emerged from the building, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over Arabella. She hadn’t anticipated the divorce proceedings to unfold so seamlessly.

She showed no signs of the sadness typically associated with a divorced woman; instead, she appeared almost carefree. Just as she was about to snap a picture, Jayceon reached out, halting her movement.

“Mr. Melendez,” Arabella said firmly, pushing his hand away, “we have no relationship now. You can’t control me.”

With a scowl, Jayceon took the divorce certificate from her hand and stuffed it back into her purse. “I’m the CEO of the Melendez Corporation. My divorce will inevitably be made public. I’ve already had Steve prepare a statement, and the company will issue a disclosure. You can’t post on Instagram until we have a unified message.”

Arabella paused, realizing he had a point. “I got too excited. I’ll hold off on posting for a few days,” she conceded, her tone softening slightly.

Jayceon regarded her, his thin lips pressed into a firm line as they both contemplated the new reality they were stepping into.

They selected a restaurant, each ordering their meals separately. Once the waiter had served their food and departed, Jayceon, lost in thought, began to cut Arabella’s steak for her, an instinctive act of care.

“Jayceon,” she said, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of disbelief, “we’re divorced now. You don’t have to do this anymore.”