Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 59

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

**Chapter 59**

Arabella came to an abrupt halt, her heart sinking like a stone in her chest. There, in the soft glow of the afternoon light, stood Jayceon, cradling a small child in his arms. Beside him, Georgina nestled comfortably against his side, her laughter ringing out like a sweet melody. To any passerby, they would have appeared to be the quintessential happy family, a picturesque trio radiating warmth and love.

Yet, even though Arabella had made the resolute decision to leave, the sight before her was like a dagger to her heart, twisting painfully with every beat. The very image of them together was a haunting reminder of what she was losing, and it left her feeling hollow and desolate.

As their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, she could see the tension in Jayceon’s expression tighten like a noose around his heart. Without a second thought, he gently set the child down, an instinctive urge propelling him toward her.

Georgina, ever the perceptive one, quickly grasped Jayceon’s arm, her voice laced with concern. “Jay, your wife probably doesn’t want to see us right now. Leandro Carrillo still has a fever. Can we go upstairs first? You can come back later to talk to Arabella.”

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Jayceon cast a lingering glance back at Arabella, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. He hesitated, caught between his responsibilities and his longing, before picking up the child once more and stepping into the elevator with Georgina.

As the doors began to close, Arabella felt a wave of despair wash over her, and she turned away with determination, her heart shattering into a million pieces like fragile glass.

Inside the elevator, Jayceon held the child close, his gaze fixed on Arabella’s retreating figure. A suffocating weight settled in his chest, an overwhelming sense of loss that threatened to engulf him. He had come to Dradale with the hope of having a meaningful conversation with Arabella, a plea for her to return home. But that hope had been dashed by a phone call from Georgina, shattering his plans like a fragile dream.

It had been a week since he last saw her, and now, the moment Georgina returned, he found himself caught in a web of complications, standing at the hospital with her and her son. He had walked them to the door of the hospital room but hadn’t dared to enter. “If you’re feeling unwell, call a doctor,” he had said, his voice firm yet tinged with concern. “I need to go now.”

Georgina lingered at the doorway, her eyes watching his hurried exit, a sense of guilt gnawing at her. If only she hadn’t called Jayceon that night, she mused. It was then that she realized he had no intention of divorcing Arabella. The revelation hit her like a cold wave; not only did he want to stay married, but he also desired for Arabella to bear his child, solidifying their bond.

She couldn’t keep following his script; she needed to devise a plan to ensure that Arabella would leave him of her own accord. If not, she would forever remain on the sidelines, watching her chance slip away.

Jayceon arrived at Arabella’s apartment, only to find it empty. Desperation clawed at him as he dialed her number, and to his surprise, her voice came through the line, soft yet distant.

A room filled with adults had tried coaxing the little girl to walk, but she had only eyes for him. Ignoring the calls of the grown-ups, she had wobbled over to him, throwing herself into his arms with a giggle, calling him “brother” in her sweet, innocent voice.

That was how it had always been between them—her unfiltered affection, her desire to be close to him, regardless of who was watching. She had never hidden her feelings, nor had she cared about the opinions of others.

But ever since he returned from what he had claimed was a business trip, having spent a month with Georgina and her son, Arabella had not initiated a hug. The distance between them felt insurmountable.

“Arabella,” he said, his voice laced with a tender nostalgia, “I don’t want to go into details about Georgina and her son. But we’ve been married for three years. Even if you’ve lost all trust in me, can’t we take some time to cool off? Is it really necessary to rush into a divorce?”

Arabella turned to look at him, her eyes steady, her tone calm but firm. “Jayceon, when I first discovered your betrayal, I won’t lie—I was far from calm,” she confessed, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. “I couldn’t sleep, night after night, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn’t control. I fought with you in anger, and there were even moments when I contemplated ending it all.”

The air between them thickened with unspoken pain, each word a reminder of the chasm that had formed in their once unbreakable bond.