Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 79

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

**Chapter 79**

In a whirlwind of emotion, Arabella unleashed her fury upon him. “Jayceon, if you dare to force me, I swear I’ll kill myself!” Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and desperation, each word punctuated by the weight of her conviction.

Jayceon, with a heavy heart, gently placed Arabella on the bed, drawing the covers over her like a protective shield. “I know you’re furious with me right now,” he said quietly, his tone laced with sincerity. “I’m not that much of an asshole. I promise, I won’t touch you.”

He understood the importance of consent; intimacy between a man and a woman should never be coerced. Despite the raging desire he felt, he would never impose himself upon her against her will.

With a deliberate motion, Jayceon reached out, his long arm stretching to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into a soft darkness. He then lay down beside Arabella, pulling her into his embrace, the covers cocooning them both.

He nestled his head against her body and murmured, “Stop it. Let me get some sleep.”

No matter how vigorously Arabella fought against the confines of his arms, Jayceon remained steadfast, his eyes closed, his silence a barrier against her struggles.

As time passed, Arabella’s defiance began to wane. Exhaustion seeped into her bones, and she eventually surrendered to the futility of her resistance. They had shared this bed for three years, exploring every avenue of intimacy; there was no need for theatrics now.

Arabella lay rigidly, her eyes wide open, too consumed by her anger to find solace in sleep. Memories of their past battles flooded her mind, each one a reminder of Jayceon’s two go-to methods for calming her down: either through physical closeness or with extravagant gifts.

Even in the face of her request for a divorce, he had responded the same way, as if nothing had changed. It was he who had first brought up the topic, yet it was he who now seemed to evade it.

The more Arabella ruminated on these thoughts, the more her anger ignited, compelling her to sit up. When Jayceon remained unresponsive, she leaned over him, illuminated by the faint light filtering through the window.

Seeing him soundly asleep only fueled her frustration further, a fire that refused to be extinguished.

The following morning, Arabella awoke on the sofa, disoriented and groggy. She shuffled into the bathroom, ready to wash away the remnants of the night, only to bump into Jayceon as he emerged from the shower.

With a cold and unyielding expression, Arabella strode into the bathroom. “Now that you’re awake, hurry up and leave,” she stated, her tone sharp as ice.

Jayceon stood at the sink, his gaze fixed on her reflection in the mirror. “The matriarch of the Hongyu Group is having her eightieth longevity banquet the day after tomorrow. She personally invited you, so you have to come back with me.”

Arabella turned off the faucet, her movements brisk as she snatched a face towel. “I have to work; I don’t have time for this,” she replied, irritation lacing her voice.

Jayceon paused, contemplating his next words. “If you really want to work, I’ll arrange a position for you at a hospital when we go back. I promise, Grandpa won’t interfere again.”

Upon spotting her, Jayceon skillfully maneuvered through the crowd, approaching her with a warm smile as he took the bag from her shoulder, a gesture both familiar and unsettling.

Arabella, opting for discretion, refrained from causing a scene in front of her colleagues. She exchanged polite goodbyes and slipped into Jayceon’s car, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Once they were on the overpass, Arabella abruptly declared her desire to get out.

Jayceon hesitated, caught off guard by her sudden request, but then he too exited the car, following her lead.

They stood face to face on the overpass, the bustling cityscape sprawling beneath them, a stark contrast to the tempest brewing between them. Arabella broke the silence, her voice steady but tinged with defiance. “Why are you still here?”

In response, Jayceon produced Arabella’s wedding ring, his expression serious as he grasped her wrist and forced the ring onto her finger.

Looking deeply into her eyes, he stated firmly, “I’m fine with you staying here to study, but we’re not getting a divorce.”

With a swift motion, Arabella pulled her hand back, removing the wedding ring right before his eyes. In a bold act of defiance, she hurled it off the overpass, watching as it disappeared into the abyss below, a symbol of her resolve to break free from the chains of their tumultuous relationship.