Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 348

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

**Chapter 348**

Jayceon felt a surge of frustration as he faced Samuel, his voice strained but firm. “Jay, you must understand, from the very moment you chose to marry Arabella and embraced her feelings, I cautioned you about what that meant. You see, both of you are Scorpios. When two Scorpios come together, it can either lead to an extraordinary union or spiral into chaos. You’ve inflicted so much pain on Arabella for Georgina that it nearly shattered her. You acknowledge that, don’t you?”

With a heavy heart, Jayceon lowered his gaze, his spirit crushed. He raked his fingers through his short hair, a gesture of frustration and defeat.

Samuel pressed on, his tone unwavering. “You and Arabella, you both possess a fierce determination. You are both particular in your ways, stubborn to a fault, and she’s just as relentless. If Arabella hadn’t summoned the courage to divorce you, you would still be straddling the line between two women, believing that everything was perfectly fine.”

Samuel continued, his voice growing more intense, “Jay, let’s be honest here. You’re merely acting out of habit right now. Perhaps guilt gnaws at you, or maybe you’re trying to atone for your misdeeds, but deep down, you know you don’t truly love Arabella.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “Now that Arabella is surrounded by so many wonderful men who genuinely want her, what makes you think she would return to you?”

He leaned in closer, his eyes piercing into Jayceon’s. “And what do you have to offer her that would make her want to come back?”

The words struck Jayceon like a thousand needles, each one a reminder of the wounds he had inflicted. The pain was so acute, he felt as if he might collapse under its weight. Without uttering a single word, he snatched his coat and stumbled out of the private dining room, the world around him blurring into insignificance.

He had wronged Arabella in ways he could hardly comprehend. Yet, the thought of letting her go was unbearable.

As he navigated the familiar streets home, Jayceon was lost in a fog of regret and confusion. When he finally opened the front door, the warm glow of the living room light pierced through the darkness of his mind.

His heart raced as he stepped inside, tossing his coat aside almost carelessly. In a daze, he caught sight of Arabella, clad in cartoon pajamas, her playful spirit shining through as she tossed a pillow and dashed toward him.

“Honey,” he called out, instinctively opening his arms to embrace her.

But as he reached for her, his arms closed around nothing but empty air, leaving him clutching at himself in a desperate attempt to fill the void.

With bloodshot eyes, he slowly raised his gaze, only to find that Arabella had vanished.

A wave of despair washed over him, and he instinctively clutched the fabric of his shirt over his chest, stumbling backward until he collapsed onto the sofa.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, his heart felt hollow. He fished out the crystal glass pendant that Arabella had left behind, gripping it tightly in his palm as if it were a lifeline.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through his chest, accompanied by a burning sensation in his stomach that curled him into a tight ball of anguish.

In a haze, he fumbled for his phone, his fingers trembling as he repeatedly tapped Arabella’s number, summoning the courage to call her.

After what felt like an eternity, the call connected, and Jayceon sat up, bracing himself against the discomfort that clawed at him.

With a deep breath, Jayceon straightened his tie and took determined steps toward Arabella.

“Uncle is sure to ace it,” chirped little Edmundo, who held a large bouquet of sunflowers, eagerly handing them to Emmett.

Jayceon paused, his eyes drawn to the cheerful bouquet in Emmett’s hands, and an unsettling realization washed over him.

He looked down at the sunflowers he held, feeling their weight suddenly burdensome.

As Emmett entered the exam hall, Arabella turned back, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a familiar figure—Jayceon.

“Did I just see Mr. Melendez?” she asked Blaire, her voice laced with surprise.

Blaire, ever the protector, stood in front of her, rising on his tiptoes to obscure her view. “Your eyes are playing tricks on you. You must have seen wrong.”

Franklin, standing off to the side, simply smiled and shook his head, choosing silence over conflict.

After exchanging goodbyes with Blaire at the school gate, Arabella slipped into Franklin’s car, heading toward the hospital, unaware of the turmoil that churned within Jayceon’s heart.