Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 241

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 241**

In the exhilarating realm of racing, Arabella stood as an indomitable force, her spirit intertwined with the roar of her engine and the thrill of the track. The moment she slid into her car, it felt as if they shared a heartbeat, a singular entity poised to conquer the winding curves and straightaways that lay ahead. Today was no ordinary day; it was a day charged with potential, and she could feel the electric pulse of adrenaline coursing through her veins, ready to propel her forward against whatever challenges awaited.

Yet, beneath the surface of her fierce determination simmered a tempest of emotional turmoil. As she prepared for the race, her thoughts drifted to her strained marriage with Jayceon, the man who had shattered her trust in ways she never thought possible. With a heavy heart, she turned sharply on her heel and stepped into the bathroom, the sound of the lock clicking shut echoing in the stillness. Inside, she opened the drawer and retrieved a pack of sanitary pads, the crinkle of the packaging breaking the silence as she tore it open with a practiced motion. From her pocket, she pulled out a small vial, its contents a closely guarded secret that she kept hidden from the world.

Time slipped away unnoticed, and when Arabella finally emerged from the steam-laden bathroom—her hair damp and fluffy from the towel’s embrace—she found Jayceon meticulously arranging the bed, a sight that tugged at her heart. The sight of him, trying to create a sense of normalcy, only intensified the conflict within her. She approached the bedside, her hand instinctively reaching for her pillow, contemplating an escape from the palpable tension that hung heavily in the air. But Jayceon was quicker, his fingers wrapping around the pillow with a gentle yet firm grip.

“Arabella,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. “I’ve taken the bed in the next room out. We need to face this together.” His words left no room for debate, a command cloaked in desperation.

Arabella hesitated, her brows knitting together in fierce protest as she processed his declaration. “If you’re taking the bed, then I’ll just sleep on the sofa,” she shot back defiantly, her spirit unwilling to bend beneath the weight of his insistence.

Jayceon’s expression darkened, shadows flickering across his features as he regarded her stubbornness. He stepped closer, his hands gripping her shoulders, his gaze intense and searching. “Arabella,” he implored, “I know I’ve crossed lines that you find unacceptable, but we’re still married. Are you really going to hold onto this forever?”

The absurdity of his words struck her like a slap. “Jayceon, if I had been unfaithful, if I had a child with another man, could you still utter the words ‘we’re married’ so casually?” Her voice rose, ignited by the flames of betrayal. “You cheated on me! You’re keeping a woman and her child as your dirty little secret, and yet you refuse to let me go. You won’t allow me to express my anger or emotions, and I’ve tolerated so much. What more do you expect from me?”

As her voice crescendoed, Jayceon swallowed his own frustration, recognizing the storm brewing within her. He stepped forward, wrapping her in his embrace, his warm palm gliding gently across her back, attempting to soothe the tempest of emotions swirling between them. “Arabella,” he murmured softly, “I’ve apologized. I’ve erased all traces of Georgina from my life. Can’t we just turn a new leaf and be together the way we used to be?”

She met his gaze, her eyes ablaze with defiance. “Do I owe you forgiveness simply because you decided to say sorry?”

A heavy silence enveloped them, thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. After what felt like an eternity, Jayceon’s voice softened, nearly pleading. “Even if you can’t forgive me right now, we are still married. And married couples don’t sleep in separate rooms.”

He continued, “I promise not to touch you until you find it in your heart to forgive me. But sleeping apart? That’s simply not an option.”

Arabella could see the determination etched on his face, and deep down, she realized that resisting him would be a futile endeavor. With a resigned sigh, she climbed into bed, her expression as icy as the winter winds that howled outside.

Jayceon retreated to take a shower, leaving her alone with her thoughts, the silence amplifying the tension that crackled in the air. Minutes ticked by, and soon she felt the mattress shift, the familiar weight of Jayceon settling in beside her. Instinctively, Arabella closed her eyes, feigning sleep as she braced herself for his next move.

He must have noticed the little ‘arrangement’ she had set up in the bathroom. If her instincts were correct, he would soon verify whether she was indeed on her menstrual cycle.

Just as she began to drift off, the warmth of Jayceon’s large hand began to explore her body. She remained still, holding her breath, letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he finally withdrew and got out of bed, his movements careful and deliberate.

Jayceon was meticulous; he would undoubtedly discover the items she had so carefully placed in the bathroom. Life had taught her to be cautious, and she had learned that the heart was a fragile thing.

In the days that followed, she remained vigilant, aware of the precarious balance they were trying to maintain.

One late evening, on the balcony of their living room, Jayceon’s deep-set eyes blended seamlessly into the night, disappointment radiating from him like a palpable aura. He lit one cigarette after another, the smoke curling into the air as he sat in contemplative silence, lost in the tumult of his thoughts.

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