Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 216

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

**Chapter 216**

Arabella heard Jayceon’s voice echoing in the distance, but she refused to turn around. The weight of his words hung in the air, yet she remained resolute. If the day ever came when she had to confront him, she wouldn’t shy away from the truth. She would look him straight in the eye and confess that her heart had chosen another.

Time slipped by, and after more than ten minutes, Arabella stepped out from the adjacent room. She caught sight of Jayceon, his figure restless as he paced back and forth in the living room, a storm of thoughts swirling in his deep-set eyes. Their gazes locked for a brief moment, a silent exchange laden with unspoken emotions, before Arabella turned on her heel and retreated back into the sanctuary of her bedroom.

Once inside, she plugged her phone into the charger, the soft hum of electricity filling the silence. Climbing into bed, she pulled the covers around her, seeking comfort in the fabric. A moment later, Jayceon entered the room, his presence filling the space with an undeniable tension. He approached her, offering a glass of water, the gesture seemingly simple yet fraught with unacknowledged complexities.

Arabella accepted the glass but didn’t bring it to her lips. Instead, she let it rest in her hands, her mind racing. “Let’s just get some sleep,” she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper. “I have clinic in the morning, and then I need to head to Vance Manor in the afternoon. It’s going to be another hectic day.”

After speaking, she turned away from him, curling up on her side, her back a barrier between them. The image of Jayceon with Georgina and her son lingered unspoken in the air, a ghost that neither dared to confront.

Jayceon stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze piercing as it bore into Arabella’s back. He remained silent for a while, the tension between them palpable. Finally, he broke the stillness. “My mom set up a meeting with Georgina tonight,” he said, his voice low and hesitant. “She twisted her ankle, so I helped her by holding Leandro and giving her a hand.”

Arabella, her eyes closed tight, replied dismissively, “That’s your woman and your son. You don’t owe me any explanations about whether you’re holding him or sleeping with her.”

Jayceon’s brow furrowed, frustration etching deeper lines on his face. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, his body tense as he turned Arabella to face him. “Arabella, how many times do I have to say it? She is not my woman.”

With a sharp retort, Arabella challenged him, “Then do you or do you not acknowledge that she’s the mother of your child?”

For a fleeting moment, uncertainty flickered in Jayceon’s eyes, and then he fell silent, the weight of her words settling heavily between them.

Arabella felt the exhaustion seep into her bones; the emotional toll was too much to bear. “Jayceon, you had a child with Georgina. Now you’re telling me she’s not your woman? That’s utterly ridiculous!” With that, she succumbed to fatigue, drifting into a restless sleep.

As the night wore on, Jayceon slipped into bed beside her, instinctively pulling her into his embrace. He nestled his chin into the crook of her neck, his voice muffled against her skin. “At least since Georgina came back, I haven’t touched her,” he murmured, the words laced with a mix of desperation and longing.

But he couldn’t explain the truth about the child, nor could he articulate that he and Georgina had never shared an intimate moment. Arabella, feeling the warmth of his body, recoiled slightly, a wave of disgust washing over her. “I don’t believe a single word you’re saying,” she declared, her voice steady but tinged with hurt.

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