Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 319

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

**Chapter 319**

It was true.

Now, Jayceon found himself concocting excuses just to catch a glimpse of her.

Leaning wearily against the door of his car, he tilted his head back, letting the cool breeze brush against his face, and closed his eyes for a moment of respite. The weight of the world seemed to press down on him, but he had to see her.

The following morning, he made his way to the hospital, his heart pounding with anticipation as he sought out Arabella. As he stood in the parking lot, he watched her car glide into a spot, the sunlight glinting off its polished surface. Jayceon opened his door and stepped out, his nerves tingling with a mix of hope and dread.

The moment Arabella spotted him, she halted, her expression shifting as she registered his presence.

Jayceon’s gaze fell upon her face, lightly adorned with makeup, and he felt a pang of confusion. She looked radiant, far from the heartbroken woman he had expected to see after her recent divorce.

With a tentative smile, he extended the breakfast he had brought, his voice filled with warmth. “Your favorite, Golden Crab Broth Dumplings.”

Arabella tucked her long, dark hair behind her ear, her eyes flickering with a hint of surprise. “No, thank you. I’m living with my parents now, and my mom makes me my favorite breakfast every morning.”

At her words, Jayceon felt his heart sink. The breakfast he had gone to great lengths to procure—crossing two bustling streets, navigating through throngs of people—now hung limply in his hand, unwanted and unappreciated.

A wave of helplessness washed over him as he struggled to maintain his composure.

“Is there anything else?” Arabella asked, her tone shifting slightly, as if sensing his disappointment.

“Actually,” Jayceon replied, forcing himself to sound steady, “I’m bringing Georgina over this afternoon. Remember, you promised to hypnotize her for me.”

Arabella glanced around nervously, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I don’t have clinic hours this afternoon. Just wait for my call.”

With that, she turned to greet a colleague who had approached, and they walked away together, leaving Jayceon standing alone. He watched her leave, his heart heavy, unable to tear his eyes away until she vanished from sight. It struck him then—he had lost all his ‘privileges’ with Arabella, a realization that settled like a stone in his stomach.

**Chapter 320**

Arabella felt a moment of hesitation as she approached, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Mom, since Jayceon and I are divorced now, I guess I should start calling you Auntie!”

Tabitha poured a glass of juice for her, a warm smile gracing her face. “As long as you’re comfortable, you can call me whatever you like!”

Kim, ever the inquisitive one, took Arabella’s hand in hers, concern etched across her features. “Sister-in-law, my brother has plenty of money. Why did you agree to leave the marriage with no assets?”

Arabella gently patted Kim’s hand, then reached into her purse, retrieving a bank card. She handed it to Tabitha, her voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty. “He gave me this card. The amount is far too substantial for me to accept. Auntie, could you hold onto it for him, at least for now?”

She had checked the card balance—five hundred billion. The sheer number left her breathless. In the past, she had often questioned the Melendez family’s motives; their reputation for selfishness and heartlessness was well-known.

How could they maintain their status as Zelmere’s most influential family? How could Jayceon so easily disregard the Franklins, Julians, and even the Lockes from Europe?

But as she counted the zeros on the card, the reality of their power became clear. If the other two men in the Melendez family discovered she had taken this money, her family would never know peace again.

Tabitha’s voice cut through her thoughts. “When Jay divorced you, he didn’t touch his stock shares, his real estate, or even his domestic bank accounts. This money must have come from his personal overseas account.”