Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 144

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

**Chapter 144**

Arabella lowered her phone, the glow of the screen fading as she turned her gaze to Jayceon. There was a distinct distance in her eyes, an emotional chasm that seemed to stretch between them.

“What good would it do if I were unhappy?” she asked, her voice steady yet tinged with an undercurrent of despair. “I can’t get a divorce anyway.”

A heavy silence hung in the air as she continued, “What good would it do if I felt wronged? I’m under someone’s thumb. I signed a deal, and I fear the repercussions—threats, prison. So I just have to endure it.”

Her words hung like a fog around them, thickening the atmosphere with a sense of entrapment. “And what good would it do if I told you? Could I save myself, or would you let me go?”

They stood close on the sidewalk, the world around them bustling with life, yet they seemed to exist in their own isolated bubble. Arabella’s questions were sharp and penetrating, but her face remained calm, almost serene, as if she had resigned herself to her fate. Her tone was dismissive, as if she were trying to convince herself as much as him.

Jayceon’s expression darkened, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his emotions. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought against the turmoil within him. His gaze was a storm of heartache, conflict, and a profound sense of helplessness that he couldn’t shake off. After a moment of emotional chaos, his eyes finally settled into a semblance of calm, as if he had steeled himself for what lay ahead.

He reached out, taking hold of Arabella’s arm with a gentle yet firm grip, pulling her a fraction closer. His voice softened, almost a whisper, “Your mom is being discharged today. I’ll go with you.”

Arabella couldn’t help but interject, her voice tinged with a mixture of annoyance and concern. “Jayceon, you know perfectly well my family doesn’t want to see you.”

Frustration washed over him, heavy and palpable. He nodded slowly, the acceptance of their reality settling in. “Okay, then. I’ll pick you up tonight to go back to the family home.”

As if on cue, a ride-hailing car rolled to a stop beside them. Arabella discreetly withdrew her arm from his grasp, sliding into the back seat with a practiced ease. She cast one last glance at Jayceon before the car pulled away, leaving him standing on the sidewalk, a solitary figure watching as the vehicle merged into the flow of traffic.

With a sigh, Jayceon climbed into his own car at the driver’s prompting. But the vehicle remained still, a reflection of his own frustration. He rolled down the window, lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling into the air like his unresolved feelings.

Just then, a WhatsApp message from Georgina pinged on his phone. He glanced at it, the words blurring together in his mind, but he chose not to respond, the weight of his thoughts too heavy to engage with anything else.

Around noon, Arabella finally returned home, her parents and younger brother in tow after their hospital visit. The luxury penthouse loomed before them, a stark contrast to the chaos of the past few days.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Kayla, her mother, pulled Arabella into her room with an urgent look in her eyes. “Arabella, what’s really going on with all that news?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

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