Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 112

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 112**

Arabella felt her thoughts drifting, as if she were floating away from the conversation. The exhaustion weighed heavily on her, a palpable fatigue that seemed to seep into her very bones. She gestured toward the door, her voice barely above a whisper, “Jayceon, I’ve worked tirelessly all day, and I’m utterly spent. I simply don’t have the strength to listen to your excuses or engage in yet another pointless argument.”

With a sigh that felt like it was drawn from the depths of her soul, Arabella continued, “From this moment on, I need you to step back from my life. Please, keep your distance.”

Jayceon stood there, his gaze locked onto Arabella, an unspoken tension hanging thick in the air between them. The silence stretched on, heavy and uncomfortable, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box. Turning, he placed it gently on the dining table, the sound of the box hitting the wood resonating in the quiet room.

“Get some rest,” he said softly, his voice low and almost tender.

He made his way toward the door, but paused, glancing back at Arabella. Her form appeared fragile, trembling slightly as she stood there, a vision of weariness. Something in him stirred, and he found himself unable to walk away. He returned to her, his arms wrapping around her in a sudden embrace.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Jayceon pressed his lips to her closed eyelids and then to her forehead, whispering in a muffled tone, “Arabella, happy twenty-sixth birthday.”

Releasing her, he stepped away and exited her apartment, leaving a silence that felt almost deafening in his absence.

Arabella, overwhelmed by a rush of emotion, dashed into the bathroom, turning on the faucet. She splashed water onto her face, hoping to wash away the remnants of the moment. Memories flooded her mind—back when she had been chasing after Jayceon, the whispers of those around her had labeled them a perfect match, two Scorpios destined for each other.

“Oh, how naïve I was,” she thought bitterly. She had always insisted that their compatibility was undeniable: their physical attraction, the slight age difference that felt just right, their personalities that seemed to dance in harmony, and their educational backgrounds that aligned so seamlessly.

But there was one crucial detail she had overlooked. Jayceon’s intellect soared far above the norm, and the environment from which he hailed had shaped him into someone far more pragmatic, realistic, and, at times, ruthless than most people she knew. Deep down, Arabella had recognized long before he did that they were not meant to be, yet she had clung to the hope of their union, unwilling to let go.

With a heavy heart, she turned off all the lights and collapsed onto the sofa, utterly depleted.

Outside her door, Jayceon lingered, not quite ready to leave the space that had held so many memories. Steve approached him, a cake in hand, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. “Melendez, you went through all this trouble to come here. Are you really just going to walk away?”

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