Mr Melendez, your wife wants divorce long ago novel

Her Spark Ignites Tonight By J.S. Caldwell 14 Summary Tabitha has long suffered from her husband Conrad's betrayal, enduring the pain for the sake of their children and family harmony. Although Conrad cut ties with his mistress when caught, he never acknowledged the child from his infidelity, and his cold, calculating nature remained unchanged. Tabitha sees these traits in their son Jayceon as well and worries about the impact on his marriage to Arabella, whom she has watched grow into a young woman with a promising future.

Despite her desire to let Arabella make her own choices, Tabitha fears the collapse of Jayceon's marriage and returns to his house one evening, suggesting they visit Arabella's parents to apologize and bring her home. Jayceon, exhausted and resigned, insists he will handle the situation himself, while Kimberly expresses frustration over Arabella's demand for a divorce. Jayceon dismisses Kimberly's concerns, trying to maintain control. Arabella, staying at her parents' home for two days, plans to return to pack her belongings when Jayceon is at work.

Although she was not the one who betrayed their marriage, she feels unable to face him and chooses to preserve whatever dignity remains between them. Back in their shared home, she finds evidence that Jayceon has also been absent and is haunted by painful thoughts of his infidelity. As Arabella packs, she comes across a matching couple's T-shirt she had hoped Jayceon would wear but never did. In a symbolic act of letting go, she throws both her and Jayceon's shirts into the trash.

She then hires cleaners to erase all traces of herself from the house, including wedding photos, signaling her firm decision to move on. After sending Jayceon a message, which he sees but ignores, Arabella feels a slight relief as she prepares to leave the past behind. Meanwhile, Jayceon prepares to leave with his car ready, the tension between them unresolved. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 14 Tabitha had endured the painful sting of her husband's betrayal from a young age.

She knew all too well the deep wounds infidelity could inflict-more intimately than anyone else could understand. For the sake of Kimberly and Jayceon, and to protect the delicate balance between their families, she had forced herself to bear the unbearable. When Conrad was exposed for cheating, he severed all ties with his mistress without hesitation and returned to Tabitha's side. He never once acknowledged the existence of the child born from his indiscretion. Yet, beneath that cold and ruthless exterior, nothing about him had truly changed.

The Melendez men were always composed and calculating, driven solely by power and advantage. Chester was like that. Conrad was like that. And now, the son she had raised was cut from the same cloth. Tabitha had watched Arabella grow up-still a young woman with so much ahead of her. She desperately wanted Arabella to find happiness. As a woman, she felt she should let Arabella make her own choices and move on. But as a mother, she feared seeing Jayceon's marriage crumble. With no other options left, Tabitha returned to Jayceon's house that evening.

He was still awake, sitting quietly in the dimly lit living room. A flicker of hope stirred within her. "Tomorrow's the weekend," she said gently. "Why don't we visit the Palmers? Take some gifts, apologize to Arabella's parents, explain everything clearly, and bring Arabella home." Jayceon looked worn and exhausted, the sleepless nights etched deep into his face. "Mom, I'll handle things with Arabella. Don't worry," he replied in a low voice. Kimberly, standing nearby, stomped her foot in frustration.

"Jay, Arabella wants a divorce!" Jayceon's expression stiffened, his features hardening as if the words had frozen him in place. But then he composed himself and warned Kimberly sharply, "Kim, you're not a child anymore. Stop talking nonsense." Arabella had been staying at her parents' house for two days now. She glanced at the calendar-it was already mid-June, the rainy season settling in. Stepping outside her neighborhood just after the rain had stopped, she noticed how the downpour had washed the world into muted shades of gray.

The air was thick and damp, heavy with the scent of wet earth and lingering moisture. Arabella waited deliberately until Monday, when Jayceon would be at work, to return and pack her belongings. Though she was not the one who had betrayed their marriage, she no longer knew how to face him. Whether she confronted him with anger or held her silence, whether she caused a scene or walked away quietly, the outcome would remain the same. It was better to preserve the last shred of dignity between them.

Returning to the home she had shared with Jayceon for three years, Arabella went straight upstairs to their bedroom. Everything was exactly as she had left it-the bowl of oatmeal Jayceon had placed on the nightstand remained untouched, and the rumpled bedsheets lay in the same disarray. It seemed he hadn't been staying there either during her absence. Her mind involuntarily painted painful images of Jayceon with Georgina, and her heart clenched with unbearable ache. Arabella moved to the walk-in closet and pulled out a suitcase.

She packed a few of her frequently worn clothes and some personal belongings. The Palmer family had gone bankrupt before she married Jayceon, and he had supported her throughout their three years together. Nothing in this house had been bought with her own money. Her gaze settled on a white T-shirt decorated with playful doodles. She hesitated. This was a matching couple's shirt from the summer she married Jayceon. They had bought it during a secret visit she made to him on a business trip, where she had convinced him to go shopping. The doodles were hand-painted by an art student.

Arabella recalled the artist asking her what design she wanted. She had kissed Jayceon right there in public and said, "My husband is already handsome enough. Make me look pretty in your drawing, or I won't be good enough for him." When her shirt was finished, Jayceon had said he had something to do and refused to wait any longer. So his shirt remained plain white, without a single doodle. Arabella opened Jayceon's closet and pulled that plain white T-shirt from the bottom drawer. Without hesitation, she threw both shirts into the trash bin.

For three years, no matter how much she had pleaded or begged, Jayceon had never worn the matching shirt once. Lost in thought for a moment, Arabella then made a call to hire a few cleaners. She instructed them to thoroughly clean the entire 600-square-meter duplex. She wanted to erase every trace of herself from the house. One cleaner, unable to hide her sympathy, asked quietly, "Ma'am, should we throw away the wedding photos, too?" Arabella's voice was firm and resolute.

"Yes." By late afternoon, after paying the cleaners and watching them haul away the discarded memories, Arabella finally felt a slight ease in her chest. She placed her suitcase near the entrance and sent Jayceon a WhatsApp message. Jayceon saw the message but didn't respond right away. Since Arabella had calmed down and come home on her own, he decided to let the matter drop. He could pretend it was over. Just then, Steve entered the room. "Mr. Melendez, the car is ready." Conclusion The chapter closes on a poignant note of quiet resignation and the heavy weight of unspoken emotions.

Arabella's decision to erase her presence from the home she once shared with Jayceon symbolizes the fragile fracture in their relationship-one born not just from betrayal, but from years of unmet hopes and silent disappointments. Despite the lingering love and memories, the distance between them grows palpable, underscoring the painful reality that sometimes, love alone is not enough to mend what has been broken. Yet, beneath the sorrow, there is a subtle glimmer of strength and acceptance.