Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 363

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

**Chapter 363**

Kayla’s finger jabbed accusingly at Jayceon, her voice rising with each word, “You Melendez! Despite the Palmer family’s downfall, we always treated you with kindness and respect. You were like a son to us since childhood. My daughter married you right after she graduated, pouring her heart and soul into your union. And what did you do? You turned your back on her and betrayed her!”

Tears streamed down Kayla’s face, her anguish palpable as she continued, “My daughter has already filed for divorce, yet your Melendez family refuses to let her go! What do we owe you?!”

Jayceon, his eyes bloodshot and filled with regret, struggled to find his voice. “Mom, I’m sorry,” he stammered, desperation lacing his tone.

“Don’t you dare call me ‘Mom!’” Kayla’s voice cracked, the pain in her chest breaking free as she shouted.

With a trembling hand, she pointed toward the door, her voice now a fierce whisper. “If there’s any shred of conscience left in you, go back and tell your family to leave us in peace!”

Samuel, standing close by, gripped Jayceon’s arm, sensing the tremors coursing through his body as he fought to maintain his composure. “Jayceon, this has spiraled out of control. Let me take you back to the hospital,” he urged, concern etched on his face.

Jayceon turned his gaze toward Arabella, but she averted her eyes, refusing to meet his. Ignoring Samuel’s support, he pushed himself away, determinedly making his way to stand before Arabella, each step a struggle.

“I’ll manage this,” he declared, a hint of desperation in his voice. “I promise, it won’t happen again.”

Arabella met his gaze, her expression chillingly calm, a cold smile gracing her lips. “Jayceon, do you remember how your grandfather and father couldn’t even touch someone as inconsequential as Georgina? Why is that?”

Jayceon swayed slightly, his body betraying him as Samuel instinctively stepped closer to catch him.

Arabella continued, her voice steady, “Even though the Palmer family has fallen from grace, my connections are far more formidable than Georgina’s ever were, wouldn’t you agree?”

She listed her allies with a confidence that made Jayceon’s heart sink. “I have the youngest son of the Locke family, the third son of the Hamilton family, Julian from Vance Manor, Franklin from the international rich list, and even the crown prince of Country Y…”

Arabella’s voice softened slightly, but the edge remained. “These individuals may be my patients, but they are also true friends I’ve cultivated through genuine care. If I were to ask for their help, they would rally to my side, even against your Melendez family.”

“Why, Jayceon?” she pressed, her eyes narrowing. “Why did your grandfather and father hesitate to confront someone as trivial as Georgina, yet they persistently harass the Palmer family?”

Jayceon felt a wave of panic wash over him, his heart racing as he clutched at his chest. “This is all my fault. I swear I won’t let my grandfather and father trouble you again. Please, just trust me one more time.”

Jayceon leaned his head back against the headrest, fatigue washing over him as he closed his eyes. “If I die, just take me for cremation,” he replied, his tone languid and detached.

As the car moved, Jayceon’s mind spiraled with the weight of Arabella’s accusations.

She was holding him accountable.

It was her fault for risking everything to protect Georgina.

It was his fault for allowing his family to invade her life.

It was his fault for choosing to save her on his own, for getting too close, too involved.

He recalled the hollow, desperate look in Arabella’s eyes as she watched him clash with his grandfather over Georgina’s safety.

A deep ache settled in his heart, numbing him as the pain from his wound faded into the background, overshadowed by the turmoil of his thoughts.