Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 314

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 314**

Arabella stood outside the car, her heart a mix of frustration and hope. “Jayceon,” she began, her voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty, “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt this time. You say you have urgent business to attend to. Go to the office first. I’ll head to the entrance of City Hall and wait for you. If you can’t make it this morning, then I’ll be here this afternoon. I promise, I’ll wait right here until you arrive.”

As Jayceon stepped out of the car, his phone buzzed insistently, cutting through the tension. Samuel, having just exited the troll’s vehicle, approached them with a look of determination. “Listen, if you two are really set on going through with this divorce today,” he said, glancing between them, “Jay, why don’t you head to the office first? I’ll take Arabella to City Hall and wait with her until you get there.”

Jayceon turned to Samuel, his brow furrowed in thought. He then looked back at Arabella, his expression softening. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he assured her, though doubt lingered in the back of his mind.

With a heavy heart, Jayceon drove off alone, the weight of the day ahead pressing down on him. Meanwhile, the troll and Samuel ushered Arabella into the back seat, where she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. “I’ll be fine waiting here by myself,” she insisted, her tone firm. “You guys can head back if you want.”

Blaire, however, was reluctant to leave. “Are you sure?” she asked, concern etched on her face. But Samuel, with a gentle yet firm hand, guided her into the car. “We’ll be right back, Arabella,” he reassured her, though his expression revealed his own worries.

In the car, the troll couldn’t shake off his unease. “Sam,” he began tentatively, “I really think it’s not a good idea for Arabella to be left alone like this. It’s boring and lonely for her. I should get out and keep her company.”

Samuel shot him a knowing look, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Arabella is hurting, and she’s made her choice to pursue this divorce. But the depth of her feelings for Jayceon runs deeper than most can understand. She’s not as indifferent as she seems. Let her have this time alone; she needs it.”

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The clock struck 9:50 AM in the sleek, modern CEO’s office of Melendez Group. Jayceon had just finished seeing off the project director from Country M when he was met with a barrage of criticism from several board members. The atmosphere was thick with tension.

“While you may have secured the project,” one of the older members sneered, “the profit margins are five points lower than what we originally negotiated. This is unacceptable, Jayceon!”

The relentless barrage of complaints began to grate on his nerves. Jayceon felt his annoyance simmering just below the surface, ready to boil over. When one board member suggested a vote to remove him from his position as CEO, Jayceon’s patience snapped. He slammed down evidence of that member’s corruption on the table, followed by information exposing a vice president and several senior executives who had been colluding with him.

The room fell silent, the air thick with tension as his bold move served as a clear warning. One by one, the board members shuffled out, their faces pale.

Once the office was empty, Jayceon sank back into his chair, exhaustion washing over him. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes for a moment of respite, and called out, “Steve, what time is it?”

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