Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 81

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

**Chapter 81**

Ignoring Arabella’s frantic attempts to break free, Jayceon’s voice was low but laced with urgency. “Do you even realize how perilous that was? Just think for a moment—what if you had fallen?”

Arabella, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, struggled violently in Jayceon’s embrace, her tears streaming down her cheeks. “If I can’t divorce you, I’d rather die!” she shouted, her voice cracking with desperation.

For a fleeting moment, Jayceon’s grip faltered, as if her words struck a chord deep within him. But then, with a renewed determination, he tightened his hold, unwilling to let her go.

Silence enveloped them, and Jayceon closed his eyes, surrendering to the warmth radiating from Arabella’s soft body pressed against him. In that intimate moment, a realization washed over him like a tidal wave—Arabella was dead serious about wanting a divorce.

Without allowing her the opportunity to protest further, Jayceon guided Arabella back to her apartment, the tension between them palpable.

Later that night, beneath the dim glow of the streetlights outside her apartment building, Arabella stood firm, her eyes red-rimmed and fierce. “When you’re finally ready to get the Divorce Certificate, just give me a call,” she stated, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Jayceon’s gaze bore into her, a mixture of concern and frustration swirling in his deep-set eyes. He grasped her wrist, halting her retreat. “Arabella, I promise I won’t bother you for a while. We both need to cool off, but I refuse to agree to a divorce.”

“Then we’ll go through the legal process,” she shot back, shaking off his hand with determination before stepping into the elevator, not daring to look back.

If they couldn’t separate on good terms, then they would simply become strangers to one another.

As the elevator doors began to close, Jayceon’s hand, which had reached out in a last-ditch effort to stop her, fell helplessly to his side, a mix of regret and resignation settling in his chest.

Steve, who had been waiting patiently nearby, approached cautiously, concern etched on his face. “Mr. Melendez, the helicopter is ready. When will you and your wife be departing?”

Jayceon lingered for a moment, gazing up at the window of Arabella’s apartment where the light had just flickered on, before wearily shutting his eyes. He had known this day would come ever since he decided to pick up Georgina and her son from the airport.

When he promised Georgina that he would take care of her and her child for the rest of their lives, he had unwittingly placed a chasm between himself and Arabella. The moment he acknowledged that child, his marriage to Arabella slipped beyond his control.

He didn’t reach out to Arabella, nor did he ascend the stairs to confront her. Instead, he found himself pacing the ground floor for hours, the stress gnawing at him as he chain-smoked one cigarette after another, the smoke curling upward like his spiraling thoughts.

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