Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 317

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

**Chapter 317**

“Baby, Mommy won’t leave Daddy, right?” he asked, his voice quivering with a mixture of fear and desperation.

The innocence in his eyes was overshadowed by the redness that signaled a long night of tears. Jayceon could see the weight of uncertainty pressing down on his son’s small shoulders.

In the shadows of their lives, Jayceon and Arabella had quietly ended their marriage, a decision cloaked in secrecy from the world outside. Only Samuel and Blaire were privy to this painful truth, yet the couple had chosen to remain silent on social media, leaving their friends and family in the dark, unsure of what to say or ask.

It was a typical Tuesday evening when Jayceon returned to the family home, his heart heavy with the burden of his recent choices. The aroma of dinner still lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the tension that filled the room upon his arrival. His family had just finished their meal, and the surprise on their faces was palpable as they saw him walk through the door unannounced.

Conrad, always the pragmatist, broke the silence, “Since you two have decided to make things work, you should have her accompany you to more business dinners to clear up those rumors outside.” His tone was laced with a hint of hope, as if he believed that appearances could somehow mend the cracks in their family. “If she still wants to be Mrs. Melendez, she should have a child with you as soon as possible.”

Jayceon felt the weight of those words settle heavily in the room. He remained silent, his heart racing as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the Divorce Certificate he had brought with him. It felt like a stone in his hand, a physical representation of the end of everything he once held dear. He placed it on the coffee table with a quiet finality.

“Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Arabella and I are divorced,” he announced, his voice steady but hollow.

The atmosphere shifted instantly. It was as if a dark cloud had descended upon them, casting a shadow over their dinner table. Kimberly, who had been sitting quietly, shot forward and snatched the Divorce Certificate from the table, her eyes scanning the document with disbelief.

As she recognized the names printed on the paper—her brother and sister-in-law—her heart sank, and tears welled up in her eyes. “No, this can’t be happening,” she murmured, her voice breaking.

Holding the certificate out to their parents, she sought validation, a glimmer of hope that this was all just a terrible mistake. Tabitha’s gaze flicked to the document for a mere moment before she turned away, unable to confront the reality of the situation.

Their father, Sir, sat in silence, his expression unreadable, while Conrad’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “How much of your assets did that woman take?” he demanded, his tone accusatory.

Jayceon lowered his gaze, the emotion swirling within him too complex to articulate. “She didn’t take anything,” he replied quietly, trying to shield the hurt he felt from their judgment.

Conrad let out a derisive snort, slamming the Divorce Certificate back onto the table. “Good for her, she knows her place!” he barked, disdain dripping from his words.

Sir, still maintaining his stoic demeanor, remarked, “She’s just a bankrupt heiress, stubborn and unruly, and with no children. It’s better that you’re divorced.”

Feeling the exhaustion of the evening settle into his bones, Jayceon stood up, his heart heavy. “I just came to let you know. I’m leaving now,” he stated, turning away from the family that felt more like strangers at that moment.

Jayceon, dressed sharply in a crisp white shirt and tailored black trousers, appeared worn and haggard, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He gazed into the depths of the red wine swirling in his glass, the rich color mirroring the turmoil within him.

Arabella’s words from that night echoed in his mind, haunting him. In her eyes, he had become the villain of their story, a husband who had neglected her, failed her in ways he was only beginning to comprehend. He longed to rectify the mistakes he had made, to find a way to start anew with her.

After a prolonged silence, Jayceon shifted the conversation. “Your family’s been pressuring you so hard to get married that you had to flee the country, and you still have the energy to worry about my business?”

Samuel let out a long sigh, reclining against the sofa. “I haven’t had enough fun yet, and they’re constantly pushing me to get married and have kids, shoving me into the fire. The way old people think is terrifying!”

Jayceon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is it that you haven’t had enough fun and don’t want to get married, or is it that you just haven’t found the right person?”

Samuel tilted his head, casting a sidelong glance at Jayceon. “When you married Arabella back then, was she the right person?”

The question made Jayceon’s grip on the wine glass tighten involuntarily, the implications of it striking a chord deep within him.

**Chapter 318**