Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 63

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

**Chapter 63**

The clock on the wall ticked steadily towards eight o’clock that evening, and Arabella found herself ensconced in the solitude of her room, her gaze unfocused as she drifted through a haze of thoughts. The dim light cast shadows across the walls, mirroring the turmoil within her.

Suddenly, the incessant buzzing of her phone broke through the silence, jarring her from her reverie. She glanced down at the screen and saw Jayceon’s name flashing ominously. A wave of frustration washed over her, and without a second thought, she pressed the button to end the call, her heart racing.

Moments later, a notification chimed, illuminating the screen with a new message. Jayceon: *I’ll give you five minutes. If you’re not down here, I’m coming up to get you.*

Arabella’s heart sank as she heard the faint murmur of the television drifting from the living room. Her parents were downstairs, likely trying to enjoy their evening despite the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog. Taking a deep breath, she hesitated only a moment longer before rising to change her clothes, knowing she had to confront the situation head-on.

Since returning to her childhood home, her parents had showered her with love and support, tending to her every need without uttering a single complaint. Yet, she could sense the underlying pain in their eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the heartbreak that had shattered her life. She couldn’t allow Jayceon to come upstairs and upset them again; they had suffered enough already.

Deciding to make a quick escape, Arabella concocted an excuse about needing to grab a drink and slipped out of the apartment. She crossed the street to the convenience store, her mind racing with thoughts of what was about to unfold.

As she approached Jayceon’s car, he rolled down the window, his expression unreadable. “Get in,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Arabella paused for a heartbeat, her mind swirling with uncertainty. Finally, she rounded the front of the vehicle and climbed into the passenger seat, her heart pounding in her chest. “What do you want? Just spit it out,” she demanded, her voice edged with defiance.

Jayceon’s eyes locked onto her, studying her cold demeanor with intensity. “Weren’t you the one who wanted a divorce? Why are you now pursuing Georgina?” His words were sharp, laced with accusation.

Arabella felt a surge of irritation rise within her. She had no desire to engage in a futile argument with him. “As long as you agree to the divorce, I promise I won’t bother her,” she replied, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.

Jayceon leaned closer, his tone hardening. “And if I don’t divorce you, what will you do?”

“Then whatever I do to her and her son is my right!” she shot back, her resolve hardening.

Jayceon’s demeanor shifted; the softness that had characterized their recent interactions was replaced by a steely firmness. “Georgina and her son may be vulnerable, but I stand firmly behind them. No matter what, I will take full responsibility for their well-being.”

A heavy silence fell between them, and then he added, “But Arabella, your parents are just ordinary people. Who’s standing behind them? You?”

Her rage boiled over, and she began to strike him in frustration. “Jayceon, you bastard!”

“Arabella, I know you don’t truly want a divorce. Even if, by some miracle, you do, I’ve told you before—you can’t afford it!” His voice was ruthless, devoid of any compassion.

They locked eyes, the despair that had once filled Arabella’s gaze slowly morphing into a simmering hatred. In a desperate act, unable to free her hands, she bent down and sank her teeth into Jayceon’s shoulder, the taste of blood flooding her mouth.

He grunted in surprise but didn’t pull away; instead, he tightened his grip on her, holding her close even as she fought against him. The luxury car felt suffocating, the silence stretching between them for what felt like an eternity.

Arabella didn’t release her hold until the metallic taste of blood overwhelmed her senses. Her lips were now stained crimson, and her eyes burned with fury and hurt. With trembling lips, she glared at him, her voice steady yet filled with venom. “The day you married me, I swore an oath. That I, Arabella, would rather give up my own life than ever give up on you, Jayceon.”

Her voice cracked as she continued, “Now, I regret it. Even if it destroys me completely, I will leave you.”

Without another word, Arabella flung open the car door and stepped out into the night, refusing to look back as she walked away from the man who had once been her everything.