Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 335

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 335**

After the police had taken Georgina away, her frantic cries still echoing in the air, the crowd was swiftly ushered out by the imposing bodyguards of the Melendez family. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a palpable mix of relief and disbelief.

Jayceon’s gaze fell upon Tabitha, and the fatigue etched on his face spoke volumes. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t bear the thought of him dying so senselessly,” he confessed, his voice heavy with remorse.

Tabitha let out a deep sigh, a sound filled with both understanding and disappointment. “Objectively, you did the right thing regarding Mark. Georgina broke the law and deserves to face the consequences, but you should have included me in this. Especially not kept it from Arabella,” she admonished gently, her eyes searching his for some sign of acknowledgment.

Jayceon felt the weight of her words, his gaze dropping to the floor. He had attempted to share the truth with Arabella, but her indifference had crushed his hopes. The thought of her not caring at all gnawed at him, leaving him feeling more isolated than ever.

“Georgina got what she deserved,” Tabitha continued, her tone softening slightly. “You and Arabella are already divorced. Perhaps it’s time to let this all come to an end.”

As her words sank in, Jayceon’s heart sank as well. End here? The very notion felt impossible. He couldn’t just walk away from Arabella. He had to win her back; he had to bring her home, where she belonged.

Days passed, and morning light filtered into the CEO’s office, illuminating the tension that hung in the air. Steve, his loyal assistant, entered with a report that felt like a weight on Jayceon’s shoulders. “Mr. Melendez, Georgina confessed everything the very night she arrived at prison. She’s been sentenced to life,” he stated, his voice steady. “She keeps demanding to see you, even injuring herself and biting a guard in her desperation. Her mental state is clearly fragile.”

Jayceon’s brow furrowed as he probed further, “And what about the others?”

Steve continued, “Wynter didn’t want to raise Leandro. After discussions with the Carrillo family, he handed Georgina’s family ten million for child support and left for Brazoria this morning.” He paused, gauging Jayceon’s reaction. “Georgina’s family accepted the money and are now packing up to move to Oriaville with Leandro.”

As Steve finished, he noticed Jayceon’s expression remained impassive, and with a respectful nod, he exited the office, leaving Jayceon alone with his thoughts.

Silence enveloped him as he sat in his chair, the enormity of the situation crashing down. Everything felt irrevocably over.

But deep within, a flicker of determination ignited. He would make amends with Arabella; he would reclaim their love. He envisioned her coming home, the two of them together again.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the crystal pendant that Arabella had crafted for him. That day, she had shared her dream of their child, her eyes sparkling with hope as she presented him with a drawing of the baby. She had used AI to create a polished, five-inch image, sealing it within the crystal, a tangible reminder of their lost future.

They locked eyes, and Jayceon’s brow creased with worry. His voice dropped to a near whisper, cautious yet earnest. “Arabella, I sent Georgina to prison myself. She can’t bother us anymore. Please, don’t push me away again, okay?”

He reached for her hand, but she instinctively stepped back, evading his touch. The pain in his gaze pierced her heart, yet she stood firm, her expression icy.

“Jayceon, it seems you still don’t understand. The issues between us have nothing to do with Georgina or anyone else,” she replied, her voice unwavering.

He interjected, frustration creeping into his tone, “If it weren’t for Georgina, we wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

Arabella felt a bitter irony wash over her. If Georgina hadn’t been in the picture, perhaps she and Jayceon wouldn’t have found themselves in this painful situation. They would have remained as they once were—before the chaos, before the heartbreak.

He would still be the high-achieving, revered man in the eyes of others, while she would be the one lost in her illusions, orbiting around him with no sense of self, their passionate moments confined to the bedroom, devoid of the deeper connection she once craved.