Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 311

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 311**

Jayceon found himself lost in a memory that seemed to surface unbidden, a moment from the past when Arabella had asked him a simple yet profound question. “Can you make me dark chocolate mousse?” she had inquired, her eyes sparkling with mischief and hope.

At that time, he had brushed her off with a wave of his hand, insisting, “Leave it to the professionals. An apprentice at a restaurant could whip up something far better than I ever could. Why don’t you just buy it?”

Little did he know, Arabella had already scrolled through his Instagram, gazing at the decadent desserts he had proudly posted. She wasn’t merely asking out of curiosity; she was testing him, probing the depths of his affection. If he could go out of his way to bake a blueberry cake for Georgina, why wouldn’t he do the same for her?

He had stood firm, denying her request without a hint of hesitation.

“No discussion,” he had said, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.

The fallout was explosive. Arabella, hurt and angry, had confronted him, leading to a fierce argument that echoed in his mind long after it had ended. In a futile attempt to make amends, he had bought her dark chocolate mousse later that day, but she had turned her back on it, refusing even a single bite.

Now, as he reflected on that moment, regret washed over him like a cold wave. Gazing into Arabella’s icy eyes, he felt as if he were crumbling from the inside.

His eyes were rimmed with red, and his disheveled appearance mirrored the turmoil within him as he rose from his seat.

“If you’re not going to eat, let’s go,” he murmured, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

They exited the restaurant, both draped in a shroud of unhappiness. This weekend was supposed to be a time for connection and warmth, yet it had devolved into an endless stretch of silence, each moment stretching painfully between them.

Standing on the sidewalk, Jayceon gazed blankly at Arabella, the reality settling in like a heavy fog.

It struck him like a lightning bolt: the bond they once shared had frayed to the point where they could no longer exist as a typical married couple.

“You should head home and get some rest. We need to be at City Hall first thing in the morning,” Arabella stated, her voice steady but devoid of warmth.

As she turned to leave, something inside Jayceon snapped. He stepped forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace, the streetlight casting their elongated shadows on the pavement. He held her close, unwilling to release her, as if she were a lifeline he couldn’t afford to lose.

He buried his face in her shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut to hide the panic swirling within him. “Walk with me a little longer,” he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Caught off guard by his desperation, Arabella didn’t pull away. She had no choice but to acquiesce to his request.

As they strolled through the bustling downtown night bazaar, the atmosphere was alive with vibrant colors and enticing aromas. Arabella allowed Jayceon to hold her hand, and they moved forward, though he walked at a leisurely pace while she seemed eager to move faster.

She remembered a time when Jayceon’s long legs had allowed him to stride ahead, leaving her to jog to keep up, often chiding him to slow down. But now, he had adjusted his pace, patiently waiting for her.

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