Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 260

**Title: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 259**

The instant Isabelle heard Dean’s name escape Jayceon’s lips, an electric jolt of defiance surged through her. “Even if you bring my dad here, you can’t stop this procedure!” she proclaimed, her voice resolute, unwavering in the face of the storm swirling around her. The weight of the moment bore down on her, yet she remained steadfast, her heart racing with determination.

Before she could fully articulate her thoughts, the fluorescent lights above the operating room flickered ominously, casting erratic shadows before plunging the corridor into an unsettling darkness that mirrored the chaos within her spirit. The flickering lights seemed to echo her internal struggle, amplifying the tension that gripped her.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a nurse appeared, gently guiding Arabella, who looked fragile and vulnerable, into the room. Isabelle’s heart raced as she hurried toward them, her concern palpable in every hurried step. “What took so long?” she asked, urgency lacing her voice as she reached out to help.

Arabella, her voice barely a whisper, replied, “The anesthesiologist was delayed.”

As Isabelle assisted Arabella along the corridor, her eyes caught sight of Jayceon lingering at a distance, his body tense and rigid. Arabella’s gaze met his, and with a faint, bittersweet smile, she murmured, “Isabelle, thank you,” gratitude shining through her weariness.

With a nod, Isabelle and the nurse guided Arabella toward Jayceon. The moment they reached him, the nurse discreetly slipped away, leaving the two of them under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, where the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air.

Jayceon’s heart sank at the sight of Arabella’s pale complexion and unsteady stance. A wave of emotions crashed over him, and without a second thought, he stepped forward, enveloping her in a tight embrace, desperately trying to shield her from the chaos surrounding them.

“Why? Why did you get rid of our baby?” he asked, his voice thick with suppressed emotion, trembling as the anguish poured forth. The raw pain in his tone resonated deeply, echoing the turmoil within him.

Arabella leaned into his embrace, allowing herself a rare moment of vulnerability. “I didn’t want to either, but I couldn’t keep him,” she replied, her voice a fragile whisper, barely reaching his ears, laden with the weight of her sorrow.

Jayceon tightened his grip, his body trembling with the intensity of his grief. “Why couldn’t you keep him? This was our first child!” His voice rose, the raw pain spilling over into anger. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

A choked laugh escaped Arabella, a sound steeped in sorrow. “Jayceon, you want me to have this child, just so he can be like me? Neglected by you, controlled by you, and used by you, forced to swallow all his grievances while watching you run to that mother and son every day?” Her words cut through the air, filled with a mix of bitterness and heartache.

At that moment, Jayceon’s composure shattered. Tears streamed down his bloodshot cheeks, each drop a testament to his heartache. “Arabella, Georgina and I were never really together, not from the beginning to the end!” His voice, low and hoarse, bore the weight of his truth.

With a shaky breath, he continued, “Leandro is Georgina’s child with her ex-husband. He’s not my biological son!” Each word felt like a dagger aimed straight at the heart of their shared past, unraveling the fabric of their relationship.

Arabella felt the sting of tears pooling in her eyes, her smile fading into a mere shadow of its former self. “Jayceon, we were childhood sweethearts for over twenty years. We’ve been married for three years, and I would have torn my heart out for you. But for Georgina, you willingly played father to her son!”

Her voice quivered as she added, “Your confession now only makes me feel how cheap, how awful, how insignificant I am in your eyes.”

As darkness began to creep into her vision, Arabella felt herself slipping away, consciousness fading like the last light of day, leaving her in a void of despair.

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