Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 75

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

**Chapter 75**

Jayceon was slumped on the sofa, the weight of the day pressing heavily on his shoulders. Before him lay a stark reminder of what once was: on the coffee table, the three items Arabella had left behind sat in unsettling silence—the divorce papers, a bank card, and the wedding ring that had once symbolized their bond.

These remnants were the last physical connections to Arabella in this house, a house that now felt more like a shell than a home. Everything else she had touched or cherished had been reduced to ashes, consumed by flames in a desperate act of severance. Not even a solitary hair tie, a simple item that once held her hair back, remained as a testament to her presence.

The quiet was abruptly shattered by the buzzing of his phone. Jayceon answered, his heart racing slightly as he recognized the caller.

“Mr. Melendez,” Steve’s voice crackled through the line, “your wife left for Brazoria the day before your return. She’s taken up a position at the Hamilton family’s private hospital there. I’ve sent the address to your phone.”

A frown creased Jayceon’s brow as he processed the information. “Brazoria? The Hamilton family’s hospital?”

“Yes, the very same from West City,” Steve confirmed. “Zachary, their third son, was the one who recommended her.”

The next morning found Jayceon in the CEO’s office at Melendez Corporation, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tensions. Steve knocked before entering, his demeanor serious. “Mr. Melendez, Sir has sent Oliver Caldwell over. He insists that you return to the family estate today.”

With a practiced calm, Jayceon signed the documents laid out before him, his mind racing ahead. “Book a flight to Brazoria for tonight,” he instructed, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

By noon, he found himself seated in a Western restaurant near the Melendez Group, the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of conversation surrounding him like a distant echo. Georgina arrived, her presence as familiar as it was unsettling.

As the waiter placed their meals before them, Jayceon could feel Georgina’s eyes scrutinizing him, searching for signs of his inner turmoil. Her gaze flickered toward his phone, which lay temptingly close, a portal to the world he was desperate to reconnect with.

“Jay,” she began, her voice tinged with regret, “I made a mistake last night. I shouldn’t have agreed to let your wife move back into your marital home.”

Jayceon, focused on his plate, sliced through the steak with precision, offering only a noncommittal “hmm” in response.

Georgina’s grip on her silverware tightened, her anxiety palpable. “I didn’t think this through. It’s my fault that you and Arabella are at odds. I swear, no matter what it takes, I’ll talk to her. I’ll make her see reason.”