Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 91

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

**Chapter 91**

Once Samuel departed, Jayceon found himself lingering on the balcony, enveloped in a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on indefinitely. The cool evening air brushed against his skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil brewing within him. He had shared a bond with Arabella that spanned over two decades; they were childhood sweethearts, their lives woven together through laughter, dreams, and the innocent whispers of youth. Even in jest, Arabella had never once disrespected him—her loyalty had always been unwavering.

Yet, the memory of her hand striking his face lingered like a sharp sting, a reminder of how far they had fallen. Despite the tumultuous month he had spent away, entangled with Georgina, Arabella had never raised a finger against him. But tonight was different; tonight, she had hit him.

His fingers, well-defined and strong, brushed against the spot where Arabella’s palm had made contact, a physical reminder of the emotional chasm that had opened between them. He could still see the icy determination etched into her features, her eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger. It was a look he had never seen directed at him before, and it unsettled him deeply.

Restless, Jayceon roamed his room, the walls closing in around him as thoughts raced through his mind like a chaotic storm. He couldn’t quite grasp what he was searching for; clarity eluded him, and peace felt like a distant memory. His feet carried him aimlessly, and his heart beat a frantic rhythm, echoing the disarray of his thoughts.

The next day arrived, bright and bustling, marking Thanksgiving. Arabella was in the midst of changing the dressing on her brother’s wrist when Jayceon appeared at their doorstep, arms laden with gifts meant to bridge the widening gap between their families. Despite their ongoing divorce proceedings, the legal bonds that still tethered them together loomed large, a constant reminder of the love that once flourished between them.

Arabella’s parents, determined to maintain a semblance of civility, were caught off guard by the tension that hung thick in the air. However, the previous night’s events weighed heavily on their hearts, and their icy demeanor toward Jayceon was palpable.

Kayla, unable to contain her fury, confronted him. “You’ve hurt my daughter profoundly for that… that tramp, and now you have the audacity to strike my son. What are you doing here?” Her voice was sharp, each word dripping with disdain.

Roderick, standing resolutely by his wife’s side, gestured towards the door. “Our humble abode cannot accommodate a VIP like Mr. Melendez. It’s best if you take your leave.”

Jayceon felt as though the air had been sucked from the room as he stood before the door to Arabella’s room, his heart racing. “Dad, Mom, I realize I was wrong about last night. I came to check on Emmie’s wrist,” he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

Kayla’s expression hardened. “Emmie doesn’t require your concern. Just leave!”

Seeing the raw emotion etched on Arabella’s parents’ faces, Jayceon tried to remain calm. “Mom, Dad, I understand there’s been a misunderstanding regarding my intentions. But Arabella and I are still legally married; we haven’t finalized the divorce yet.”

The sound of his voice drew Arabella out of the shadows, her demeanor as frigid as the winter air. She approached him, her expression unreadable. “You’ve received the divorce papers. You and Georgina are already parading around like a married couple. Push me any further, and I won’t hesitate to reveal your dirty little secret!”

Jayceon stood firm, unruffled by her words. “It’s Thanksgiving today. Grandpa called and asked me to bring you back to the family home.”

Arabella’s refusal was immediate and resolute. “That’s not necessary.”

“Arabella,” he said, his tone steady, “you have two choices. Either you come back with me to the family home, or I’ll make a reservation at a restaurant right now, and our families will spend this Thanksgiving together.”

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