Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 94

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

**Chapter 94**

Jayceon found himself gazing at Arabella, the silence stretching between them like an unbridgeable chasm. Time seemed to stand still as he studied her expression, trying to read the turmoil brewing in her eyes. With a sudden determination, he seized her wrist, drawing her into the study with an urgency that betrayed his inner conflict.

Once inside, Jayceon rummaged through a drawer, his fingers brushing against the divorce papers and the bank card that lay within. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on him as he extracted the documents, a tangible symbol of the fracture in their relationship. Without a moment’s hesitation, he fed the divorce papers into the shredder, the machine whirring to life and consuming the evidence of their impending separation right before Arabella’s eyes.

Holding the bank card out to her, he spoke with a mix of defiance and vulnerability, “I won’t deny Georgina and her child exist. Yes, I used our joint assets to support them, but it was merely my way of ensuring they were taken care of.” His voice was steady, yet the underlying tension was palpable.

Arabella recoiled, her expression a mask of disbelief and anger. “Jayceon, stop deluding yourself. You expect me to believe you and Georgina are just friends? Did your child spring forth from a stone?” Her words were sharp, laced with bitterness.

Without waiting for a response, Jayceon took matters into his own hands, forcefully shoving the bank card, which held a staggering 150 million dollars, into her pocket. The act was both desperate and possessive, a claim over something he feared losing.

He swiftly shifted the conversation, as if the previous topic was too painful to linger on. “Georgina and her child have been living in our marital home. I know that’s not what you want, so I’ve decided to move out. We’ll be living here from now on.” His tone was resolute, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in his eyes.

Arabella’s face hardened, her resolve unyielding. “Jayceon, the only reason I haven’t exposed your scandal is that your mother has treated me like her own daughter for over twenty years. If you push me any further, don’t be surprised when I bring everything crashing down.” Her voice was cold, a warning wrapped in steel.

Jayceon met her gaze, his expression earnest as he spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. “Arabella, I understand your anger. I know you can’t accept Georgina and her child right now. You have the option to live apart from me to gather your thoughts, or you can focus on building your own career, but I assure you, we are not getting a divorce.”

The silence that followed felt heavy, almost suffocating. Jayceon took a step closer, gently grasping her wrist, his grip a mix of tenderness and desperation. “There’s still half a year left in this year. Take your time to think it over. As long as you return home, I’ll find a way to get your mother’s jewelry back, and this 150 million dollars will be yours too.”

Arabella’s rejection was fierce, her voice unwavering. “Jayceon, you should know me better than that. Even if it’s something I cherish, if it’s been tainted by someone else, I’ll discard it without a second thought. And as for a man who doesn’t love me, who has betrayed me, he’s as filthy in his soul as he is in his actions!”

With that declaration, Arabella pushed him away, turning on her heel to leave. As she opened the door, she nearly collided with Samuel, who stood there, surprise etched on his face.

Without a word, Arabella brushed past him, her heart racing as she stepped into the hallway. Samuel, sensing the tension, blocked Jayceon’s path as he tried to follow her. “Another argument, huh?” he remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Jayceon halted at Samuel’s words, concern etching his features. “She’s furious right now. I’m not comfortable with her going back alone. Could you give her a ride?” His voice was tinged with worry.

Arabella shook her head, the finality in her voice unmistakable. “Unless he wants to, no one can make him change his mind.”

A pleading note crept into her words as she continued, “Sam, please talk to him. Convince him to divorce me. I’ve truly had enough.”

Concern etched across Samuel’s face, he replied, “Arabella, you know Jay’s temper and his methods. If he refuses a divorce, you might find it impossible to get one, no matter how many top divorce lawyers you hire.”

Her tone remained calm, but the determination behind it was fierce. “If I can’t get a divorce, then I’ll die.”

After safely dropping Arabella off at her home, Samuel turned the car around, heading back to confront Jayceon.

In the study, Jayceon stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of wine in hand. When Samuel entered, he offered him a drink, the tension in the room palpable.

As they stood side by side, Samuel turned to Jayceon, curiosity piqued. “Want to know what she and I talked about?” he asked, ready to bridge the gap between the two friends.