Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 118

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

**Chapter 118**

Samuel’s anger boiled over, causing him to pivot sharply. “Jay, others might not see you for who you truly are, but I do! You are not just cunning; you’re deeply manipulative, and that’s something you shouldn’t be using against Arabella!” His voice trembled with a mix of fury and concern, each word laced with the weight of their shared history.

Jayceon, however, averted his gaze, his silence speaking volumes. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to slice through.

“I can’t just stand by and watch you exert your control over Arabella like this,” Samuel declared, his voice rising with determination. “I’m going to post her bail, get her out of this mess, and she will be filing for divorce!” His resolve was unyielding, a promise he intended to keep.

With that, Samuel turned on his heel and stormed out, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the hallway.

Jayceon rose slowly, the weight of his brother’s words hanging heavy in the air. “Samuel, this is a matter between my wife and me. If you choose to meddle, don’t expect me to remember we’re brothers!” His voice was low but filled with an underlying threat, a warning that he hoped would resonate.

Samuel paused, his back still turned, and then turned back, his voice cracking with emotion. “Jay, Arabella and I share a history too! She may be your wife, but she’s like a sister to me. I can’t just stand by and watch you tear her apart like this!” The anguish in Samuel’s voice was unmistakable, a plea for understanding that hung in the air like a fragile thread.

With a final slam of the door, Samuel left, leaving Jayceon alone with his thoughts.

Jayceon walked over to the grand floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, standing there in silence as he gazed out at the world beyond, lost in contemplation. The city sprawled beneath him, oblivious to the turmoil within his heart.

After a moment of stillness, he reached for his phone and called Samuel’s father, the urgency of the situation pressing down on him like a weight.

The following morning, Jayceon left for the office punctually, as if maintaining a semblance of normalcy could shield him from the chaos.

At the mansion’s entrance, Oliver, the ever-dutiful butler, awaited him. “Young Master, the Old Madam Brennan Master requests your immediate return to the mansion,” he said, his tone respectful yet firm, as if he understood the gravity of the situation.

An hour passed, and Jayceon found himself back at the Melendez mansion.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, Kimberly stormed towards him, her fury palpable. “Brother, you’ve locked my sister-in-law up! Do you even possess a conscience?” Her voice was a mixture of accusation and desperation, a sister’s protective instincts flaring.

Jayceon held her gaze, the steel in his eyes unwavering. “Do not speak to me in that tone. This is a matter between me and your sister-in-law, and you need to stay out of it.” His warning was clear, a line drawn in the sand.

The butler, sensing the tension, quickly intervened, stepping between them to diffuse the situation.

Jayceon entered the living room, where Tabitha awaited him, her expression far from pleased. “If Samuel hadn’t told us, how long were you planning to keep this from us?” Her voice was laced with disappointment, a mother’s anger simmering just below the surface.

Jayceon lowered his head, the shame of his actions weighing heavily on him.

Tabitha continued, her voice rising in intensity. “Arabella has been locked up all night, and you still have the audacity to go to work? You need to pull some strings and bring her back right this instant!” Her desperation was palpable, a plea from a mother who could not bear to see her child suffer.

Jayceon remained steadfast, his resolve unshaken. “Mom, the police are involved now. This situation has to be handled according to the law.” His tone was calm, but the tension in the room was electric.