Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 147

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 147**

Arabella turned to him, her voice steady yet laced with hurt. “You do realize that we’re husband and wife, don’t you? So, when you were lying to me, spending every waking hour with the woman you claim to love and her child, why didn’t you acknowledge our marriage then?”

Her words hung in the air, a heavy weight that neither of them could ignore. She continued, “Every time you chose her over me, every time you hurt me for her sake, did you ever stop to think about how I felt?”

Jayceon stood rigid, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, his piercing gaze locked onto Arabella. The tension between them crackled like electricity, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.

Finally, breaking the silence that had enveloped them, Jayceon’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “So, you decided to leak my relationship with Leandro to the reporters? You even told Georgina beforehand to bring him to the press conference. You wanted to completely expose everything, didn’t you?”

Arabella met his gaze unflinchingly. She had anticipated this confrontation, and it didn’t surprise her that Jayceon was aware of her actions. “Yes,” she admitted, her tone unapologetic. “I did plot against you. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned. But I’ll take this as a lesson learned and be more careful next time.”

Jayceon stared at her in disbelief, his mind racing to process her confession. “Arabella, when did you become so manipulative?” he demanded, his voice barely above a murmur, as if he were afraid to hear the answer.

A sly smile crept onto Arabella’s lips. “I learned it from you,” she replied, her tone teasing yet serious.

They held each other’s gaze, the distance between them charged with unspoken emotions. Jayceon fought to contain his anger, never imagining that Arabella would stand before him, confident and defiant, delivering such a statement. She had always been the obedient, innocent one, the woman who sought to please him. But now, she had transformed into someone he hardly recognized—a creature both sensitive and suspicious, like a hedgehog bristling with defenses, or a lifeless shell, feigning interest while scheming behind his back.

Arabella’s eyelids fluttered, heavy with fatigue. “Are you done?” she asked, her voice soft yet edged with impatience.

“No!” Jayceon snapped, his frustration boiling over.

With a playful pout, Arabella sank into the plush sofa. “Then keep going,” she said, her tone light, as if they were merely engaged in a playful debate rather than a confrontation about their fractured relationship.

This outburst was a rarity for Jayceon; he had never raised his voice at her before. It was a strange sensation, one that left him feeling both powerful and regretful. He recognized that Arabella was upset, and yet he couldn’t allow her to dismiss his concerns so easily.

He gestured toward a pile of stuffed animals scattered across the room, his curiosity piqued. “Where did all this come from?” he inquired, trying to keep his tone neutral.

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