Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 336

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**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 336**

Arabella paused, her heart racing as silence enveloped the room. The weight of the moment pressed heavily upon her. Finally, she broke the stillness, her voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of pain. “Jayceon, listen to me. Everything you did for Georgina and her son, every single act of kindness, was not done under duress. No one held a knife to your throat. You made those choices willingly!”

She continued, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade, “You deceived me for Georgina’s sake. You inflicted wounds on my heart to shield her. You turned your back on me to care for her needs. You made the conscious decision to keep her close while pushing me away, suppressing my voice, threatening my peace… Everything you did stemmed from your own desires, your own hopes, and your own wishes. It had nothing to do with anyone else!”

Jayceon’s eyes mirrored a deep, abiding sorrow. They glistened with unshed tears, revealing the turmoil within. When he finally spoke again, his voice emerged as a low murmur, thick with emotion. “I acknowledge my mistakes,” he confessed, the weight of his regret evident in his tone.

“But Arabella,” he added, stepping closer, his gaze piercing into hers, “there’s nothing between Georgina and me. I swear it. I’ve never touched her, nor have I ever contemplated leaving you for her.”

He closed the distance between them, searching her eyes for understanding. “For the sake of our two decades as childhood sweethearts, I implore you—please, grant me another chance,” he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice.

Arabella remained motionless, her heart a battlefield of conflicting emotions. She locked her gaze onto Jayceon’s, her words deliberate and unyielding. “Emotional infidelity is still infidelity, Jayceon. And it is precisely because we shared those twenty-plus years—years that no one else could ever understand—that I cannot bring myself to forgive you!”

A visceral pain gripped Jayceon’s chest, a physical manifestation of his anguish. He stumbled back, his breath hitching as he fought to form words, but silence enveloped him like a shroud.

Arabella’s eyes swept across the familiar living room, a place filled with echoes of laughter and memories now tainted with sorrow. “If I hadn’t sought a divorce,” she challenged, her voice unwavering, “if I had accepted Georgina and her son as part of our lives, if I had remained by your side without a word of protest, would you have returned to me?”

Before Jayceon could muster a response, Arabella pressed on, her voice rising with intensity. “If you hadn’t uncovered Georgina’s transgressions, would you have had the courage to banish them from the capital?”

“Jayceon,” she continued, her tone sharp like glass, “the reason you’re now willing to admit your faults isn’t because you genuinely recognize your wrongs. It’s because my determination has forced you to confront the imbalance between us. You’ve weighed your options again, haven’t you? You crave your reputation, your comforts, a stable marriage. So now, you’ve chosen to return to the family.”

Before she could finish her thought, Jayceon’s voice broke through, raw and urgent. “I do have feelings for you!”

Arabella couldn’t help but let out a laugh, though it was devoid of joy. She regarded him with a stern expression, the gravity of the situation reflected in her eyes. “Jayceon, I might entertain any other claims you make, but when you say you love me, that is the one truth I cannot accept.”

As she watched him stagger back, the pain of her words resonated in the air. “Jayceon,” she said quietly, “on my first birthday, I stood right here. At my birthday celebration, I chose you.”