Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 125

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

**Chapter 125**

In the relentless battle of wills, Arabella was beginning to understand a harsh truth: every time she clashed with Jayceon directly, she was only digging her own grave deeper.

“Arabella,” Tabitha began, her voice steady yet filled with an underlying urgency, “sometimes, when you feel trapped with no way out, those grievances you carry can serve as the very fertilizer that helps you grow. Mom isn’t being unfair; I just want you to see that you can use those feelings to strategize your next move.”

Arabella’s gaze fell to the floor, her heart heavy with the weight of her situation.

Jayceon’s intellect and cunning were on a plane she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. It felt as if he were a grandmaster in a game of chess, while she was still fumbling with the rules. For every single step she dared to take, he had already mapped out three moves ahead, leaving her no room to formulate her own plans.

“Think about your parents and your brother,” Tabitha urged, her tone softening as she noticed Arabella’s expression begin to shift. “Mom just doesn’t want to see you throw away your future over a fleeting moment of anger.”

Arabella felt a flicker of understanding, a glimmer of hope amidst the turmoil.

“The essence of all relationships,” Tabitha continued, “is an exchange of benefits. Even between a husband and wife. The reason you feel so powerless around Jayceon, why he seems to control you so easily, is because you’ve anchored your relationship in emotions rather than mutual benefits.”

Tabitha leaned in closer, her eyes earnest. “If you start viewing your marriage to Jay as a transaction of sorts, you might find it much easier to navigate.”

Once Tabitha departed, Arabella remained in the sterile confines of the hospital room, her mind a whirlwind of determination and doubt.

As she glanced up, her heart sank at the sight of her father pacing anxiously in the hallway, his back bent in worry. The sight of him, so burdened, sent a fresh wave of sorrow crashing over her.

Her parents had always enveloped her in comfort and luxury, never once raising a hand to her or uttering a harsh word in her direction. When they learned of her struggles, they hadn’t complained; instead, they had sold their cherished family heirlooms to secure her freedom and support her dreams of studying abroad.

Yet now, her father was a shadow of his former self, tortured by sleepless nights, while her mother lay unconscious, fighting her own battles. Her brother, away at school, called incessantly—morning, noon, and night—his voice laced with concern for their mother’s deteriorating condition and the fear that Jayceon might once again unleash his cruelty upon her.

Her family had given her the strongest support and the warmest love one could ever hope for. How could she possibly bear to abandon them in their time of need?

With tears brimming in her eyes, Arabella approached the door of the hospital room and declared, “Dad, I’ve made my decision. I’m not getting a divorce.”

Roderick’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he lowered his head, unable to voice his thoughts, the silence heavy with unspoken words.

Arabella fought to suppress the turmoil within her, the grievances that threatened to spill over, and dialed Jayceon’s number, her heart racing.

“Pack your things,” Jayceon’s voice came through the phone, cool and collected. “I’ll have the driver come pick you up later.”

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