Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 231

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

**Chapter 231**

Jayceon shook his head slowly, his voice steady yet filled with an earnest emotion that seemed to resonate in the air between them. “Everything I’ve shared with you tonight comes straight from my heart, Arabella. If you genuinely don’t want to go, I assure you, I won’t pressure you.”

Arabella’s reaction was immediate, almost rebellious. “Oh, then I’m not going.” The defiance in her tone cut through the tension, leaving Jayceon momentarily speechless.

He felt a surge of frustration rising within him, an instinct to argue, to convince her otherwise. But he swallowed it down, choosing instead to honor her choice, even if it felt like a betrayal to his own heart.

With a deep breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hair tie, holding it out in front of her with a hint of hope. “I noticed this morning that the one you left on the sink was broken, so I got you a new one. It has a bow on it—your favorite kind.” He offered it like a peace offering, a bridge he hoped would reconnect them.

Arabella didn’t move to take the hair tie, her expression a mask of unreadable emotions. “Jayceon, it’s not just about liking bows. I cherished that hair tie because it was a gift from my Jay. That’s why it meant so much to me.” Her words struck him like a physical blow, the weight of nostalgia and loss hanging heavily in the air.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over Jayceon as he searched her eyes, hoping to find a flicker of the connection they once shared. “Arabella…” he murmured softly, the name on his lips a prayer, a plea. The silence that followed felt suffocating, and he realized, perhaps foolishly, that there was still a glimmer of hope within him that she might still harbor feelings for him.

“But the man you are now is Georgina’s lover, the father of her child. I can’t possibly accept a gift from a married man!” Arabella’s voice was resolute, yet beneath her fierce exterior lay a crack of vulnerability that made Jayceon’s heart ache even more.

Their gazes locked, the tension between them palpable, almost electric. Jayceon felt his vision blur as unshed tears threatened to spill over. “Arabella, I’m still your Jay. I haven’t changed!” The desperation in his voice was unmistakable, a raw appeal to the past they had shared.

With a heavy heart, Arabella turned her back to him, creating an impenetrable wall he couldn’t breach. “My Jay died last summer. I waited a month for his body. You’re not him.” Her words echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the chasm that had formed between them.

After her declaration hung in the air like a dark cloud, she climbed into bed, extinguishing the light that had once illuminated their shared moments, leaving Jayceon engulfed in darkness. He stood frozen, his heart aching as he closed his eyes, battling the anguish that threatened to consume him whole.

The next afternoon, Arabella arrived at Vance Manor punctually, her mind racing with the memories of the previous night. The weight of her unresolved feelings for Jayceon hung heavily on her shoulders.

Julian approached her with an inviting smile, extending an invitation that sent a ripple of excitement through her. “Are you free tonight? I’d love for you to join me at a dinner party.”

Arabella recalled Jayceon’s words from the night before, a swirl of emotions flooding her thoughts. “Is it at the Clemons’ place?” she asked, her curiosity piqued, a hint of trepidation coloring her tone.

Julian nodded, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

She mirrored his nod, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The thought of attending the Clemons’ dinner party as Julian’s date sparked her interest, yet uncertainty gnawed at her about how Jayceon would react to seeing her with another man.

As the clock struck eight, the atmosphere at the Clemons’ dinner party buzzed with vibrancy and life.

Jayceon arrived with his parents, his tall frame draped in a tailored black suit that accentuated his striking features. He stood at six-foot-three, exuding an aura of nobility and confidence that captured the attention of everyone in the room, even the seasoned business moguls who had long dominated the industry now regarded him with newfound respect.

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