Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 359

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

**Chapter 359**

The shadows of manipulation loomed large as Jayceon leveraged his father’s influence to coerce Arabella’s family. What a remarkable son he was, a true embodiment of the Melendez legacy.

Arabella lingered outside the room, her heart racing as she waited for the last of the visitors to leave. The moment the door clicked shut, she steeled herself and stepped inside.

Jayceon lay propped up in the sterile hospital bed, his expression a mask of grim determination as he focused on her entrance.

As Arabella approached, an air of tension filled the small space. Jayceon’s voice cut through the silence, heavy with concern, “Do you have any idea how dangerous last night was?”

Arabella’s lips pressed into a thin line, her silence speaking volumes.

With a growing intensity, Jayceon pressed on, “Arabella, do you even know Julian? Do you have any clue about his past?”

A flicker of indignation ignited in his weary eyes, the fatigue evident but overshadowed by the urgency of his words. “Arabella, you have parents and a younger brother. Can you please stop gambling with your life?”

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The harshness of Jayceon’s voice echoed in the room. “If I hadn’t arrived in time, what if you had been hurt?” He couldn’t help but blurt out, “Do you have any idea how worried I was about you last night?”

Arabella stood there, a statue of quiet resilience beside his hospital bed, waiting for him to finish his tirade.

Finally, she met his gaze, her eyes fierce. “Jayceon, you told me yourself that apart from my own family, no one would care if I lived or died—including you!”

The weight of her words hung in the air, and she continued, “When I threatened to take my own life with a fruit knife to stop you from seeing Georgina, you didn’t care then. So why the pretense now?”

The memories surged within her, a tempest of pain and betrayal. Each recollection was a fresh wound, a scar that would never fade. Her words cut deep, each one a dagger aimed at Jayceon’s heart.

**Chapter 359**

Jayceon winced, the sharp sting from his injury a constant reminder of his vulnerability. He struggled to sit up, inching toward the edge of the hospital bed. With effort, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Arabella’s arm. The corners of his eyes glistened as he spoke in a hushed tone, “I was wrong about what happened before. I promise it will never happen again. Can we just forget about it?”

Forget? The very word made Arabella scoff as she shook off his grasp.

Arabella replied flatly, “How cold I am to you now doesn’t even compare to how cold you were to me back then.”

Slowly, Jayceon’s grip on her wrist loosened, his strength waning.

Arabella turned away, her resolve firm.

“Arabella,” he called after her, vulnerability lacing his voice, “I know I wronged you.”

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness right now,” he continued, desperation creeping into his tone. “But when I’m trying to talk to you properly, can you at least respond in kind?”

Arabella paused, glancing back over her shoulder.

“You think I’m not communicating properly? At least I’m engaging. Compared to Mr. Melendez giving me the silent treatment during our marriage, I’m being far more lenient with you.”

With that, she exited the hospital room, leaving Jayceon to collapse weakly onto the edge of the bed, the weight of their unresolved issues pressing heavily on him.