Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 247

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 247**

Arabella stumbled back, her heart racing as she fumbled through her bag, her fingers finally closing around a wet wipe. With trembling hands, she began to scrub at her skin, desperately trying to erase the lingering sensation of Jayceon’s touch. It felt like a mark of shame, one she was determined to wipe away. Each stroke of the cloth was a futile attempt to cleanse herself of the violation that had left her feeling soiled and unworthy.

As she turned to face him, the air thickened with tension. Jayceon’s expression had shifted, a dark cloud settling over his features, transforming his once familiar face into something menacing. The storm brewing in his eyes mirrored the chaos of their relationship, a tempest of unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

Once the wipe was discarded, Arabella’s gaze pierced into Jayceon’s. “Jayceon,” she began, her voice steady yet trembling with disbelief, “I cannot simply accept what you’re telling me. I can only trust the reality that stands before me.”

She felt her lips quiver as she willed the tears to flow, her heartache an emotion she had rehearsed in her mind countless times. “We’ve been together since we were children—over twenty years of shared memories, and now, after three years of marriage, you’ve betrayed me time and again. What am I to you now?”

Her tears seemed to strike a chord within Jayceon, a flicker of panic igniting in his eyes as he took a cautious step toward her. “Arabella, please, you’re misunderstanding everything. Just come home with me. I promise I’ll explain everything, I swear,” he implored, his voice softening as he reached for her.

But as she saw him inch closer, Arabella felt an overwhelming surge of desperation. She turned away, tears cascading down her cheeks, and fled towards the road, her heart pounding in her chest like a frantic drum.

In that moment, a sleek, gleaming sports car pulled up beside her, the engine purring softly. Arthur emerged, exuding an air of calm confidence as he removed his sunglasses, his warm smile cutting through the chaos surrounding her.

“Get in, Arabella,” he urged, his voice a soothing balm amidst the storm of emotions swirling around her.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Arabella climbed into the passenger seat, her sobs echoing in the confined space of the car. “Young Master Arthur, please, just get me away from here! Fast!” she pleaded, her voice tinged with urgency.

Arthur’s gaze flicked back to where Jayceon and Georgina stood, both frozen in disbelief at the sudden turn of events.

“Arabella!” Jay’s voice pierced the air, filled with desperation and urgency.

He lunged forward, attempting to pull her from the car, but Arthur, unfazed and composed, slipped his sunglasses back on and pressed the accelerator.

By the time Jay regained his footing, the sports car had already sped away, leaving behind only a cloud of dust and the echoes of his frantic calls.

Frustration boiled within Jay as he jumped into his own car, determined to chase after her. But Georgina, sensing his intent, quickly stepped in front of him.

“Jay,” she began tentatively, her voice cautious, “your wife is close friends with Young Master Arthur. They’ll be perfectly fine together. Just give her some space to cool down.”

Irritation flared within Jay, and he shrugged Georgina off dismissively. “Georgina, spare me your theatrics. I don’t want to hear it. Don’t let this happen again.”

Georgina, summoning her courage, pressed on, “What do you mean? I stumbled just now and fell into your arms. It was an accident!”

Jay’s gaze remained fixed on the road where Arabella had disappeared, but Georgina’s voice trembled as she continued, “Even if I have feelings for you, what’s wrong with that?”

He turned back to her, his eyes narrowing, a dangerous glint igniting within them.

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