Mr Melendez, your wife wants divorce long ago novel

Her Spark Ignites Tonight By J.S. Caldwell 19 Summary Arabella lies awake, burdened by the looming threat of scandal and the complex, secretive nature of her marriage to Jayceon. She reflects on the rumors surrounding Jayceon and Georgina, his true love, and the fact that their families' disapproval forced him to hide Georgina and their son, Leandro. Despite this, Jayceon refuses to divorce Arabella, insisting she remain his legal wife to protect his reputation, leaving Arabella feeling trapped and used. Their relationship is marked by coldness and calculation rather than affection.

Arabella recalls their childhood bond and the arranged marriage that was meant to unite their families, but over the years, their union has become loveless and transactional. She feels betrayed by Jayceon's indifference and the fact that he values Georgina and their son far more than her. Her hope to break free is dashed as Jayceon remains resolute in maintaining appearances. In a quiet confrontation, Arabella reveals her financial struggles and desire to find a job, signaling her wish for independence.

She also expresses her intent to move out and gain space to process her pain, but Jayceon firmly refuses, emphasizing that their marriage is a public matter tied to the stability of his company. His insistence that she stay with him underscores the power imbalance and the constraints Arabella faces. Despite the emotional strain, Arabella stands her ground, determined to assert her needs even as Jayceon maintains control.

Their interaction highlights the tension between personal desires and public obligations, setting the stage for further conflict as Arabella seeks autonomy within a marriage defined by duty and secrecy. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 19 If a scandal were to erupt, Arabella knew she would be forced to step up as Jayceon's wife, managing the damage and shielding his reputation from ruin. She lay motionless beneath the soft covers, her eyes unfocused as they drifted toward the ceiling.

The room was dim, the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. Her mind replayed the whispers she had heard about Jayceon and Georgina-rumors that had always lingered just out of reach. Their families had never truly been compatible. The Melendez elders had looked down on Georgina's humble origins, convinced she was unworthy of Jayceon's name and status. They had intervened, tearing the couple apart before they could build a life together.

Because Jayceon was barred from marrying Georgina, he had hidden her away, along with their son, keeping them secret from the world. Yet he refused to grant Arabella a divorce, insisting she remain his legal wife to maintain appearances and shield his secrets. Drained and desperate, Arabella finally broke the silence. "Jayceon, I don't have the money to pay you back. I can't do what you want. Isn't there any other way?" Her voice was soft but edged with exhaustion. He settled beside her, pulling the blanket up to cover them both. "No," he replied simply.

Though his touch was gentle, his answer was unwavering. He switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness, and wrapped his arms around her beneath the covers. "Rest now. This weekend, I'll come with you to see your parents." But sleep eluded Arabella. She lay awake, the weight of betrayal heavy on her chest. She had been fooled by his carefully crafted image of kindness and respect-especially toward her family. What she'd mistaken for genuine care was nothing more than cold calculation, a transaction designed to serve his interests.

After days of torment, she had dared to hope she might finally break free. Instead, she found herself trapped even tighter in his grasp. To Jayceon, she was disposable-an inconvenient pawn-while Georgina and their son, Leandro, held all his affection and importance. In the faint early morning light filtering through the curtains, Arabella's eyes traced the sharp angles of Jayceon's face. The memories of their childhood came rushing back. At her first birthday party, she recalled, many people and colorful toys surrounded her, yet she had ignored them all.

Instead, she clung tightly to Jayceon's ring finger. Tabitha, their mutual caretaker, had urged him to kiss her, and he had pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Her mother had laughed, teasing that Arabella had lost her first kiss to him. It was Tabitha who had suggested their families arrange a marriage pact to strengthen ties between them. After much discussion, the elders agreed, and their engagement was set. Her love for Jayceon had always been open and pure, even as children. His cold indifference, however, was never hidden.

That they had ended up married and remained bound in a loveless union for three years was, in itself, nothing short of a miracle. Arabella lay awake until dawn, her mind restless and aching. When Jayceon stirred early the next morning, he found her still lying beside him-breathing, but distant, unresponsive. Without a word, he turned away, rose, and went to wash up. She didn't bring up divorce again or cause a scene. It seemed she had resigned herself to their fate. Later, when Jayceon emerged from the closet fully dressed, he noticed something missing.

The wedding photo that always stood on the dresser was gone. He frowned. "Where's the wedding photo?" Arabella's voice was flat, almost cold. "I threw it away." She had discarded it the day before, along with several other mementos. Jayceon had only noticed this morning-and to him, only one photo was missing. He never even paid attention to the things she cherished most. "It's fine," he said casually. "I'll have the studio send new ones." If she had thrown out one, she had likely tossed many more. Probably every wedding photo in the house was gone.

Letting out her frustration was better than bottling it all inside. As Jayceon turned to leave, Arabella rose from the bed. "Jayceon, I want to get a job." He was right-she couldn't have it both ways. She had reached her goal of marrying him. He had saved the Palmer family from financial ruin by absorbing their debts. He provided the marriage, the social standing, and the material comforts. In return, she was expected to endure his betrayals. Their marriage, in his eyes, was nothing more than a business deal. And since it was a transaction, she had every right to negotiate.

Jayceon glanced back at her. "Fine." It might be good for her to have something to focus on, a distraction from her restless thoughts. "I want to move out," Arabella declared, her voice steady and resolute. Jayceon's foot, already stepping away, paused and then returned firmly to the floor. He turned fully toward her. "No way." "I've loved you for so many years," Arabella said, her tone unwavering. "I've been your wife for three. You betrayed me, yet you refuse to let me go. This hurts. You need to give me time and space to process everything. I want to move out.

I need to think clearly." Even if leaving seemed impossible right now, she knew she had to find a way. Jayceon stepped closer and placed his hands on her shoulders, gently guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. He perched on the nightstand, his gaze locked on her tired, dull eyes. "Arabella," he said in a firm, businesslike tone, "the Melendez Group is a public company. My marital status is a matter of public record. Our actions directly affect its stability. "As long as we remain married, you will live here.

That is not up for discussion." Conclusion Arabella's heart ached with the weight of her reality-a marriage bound not by love, but by duty, secrecy, and sacrifice. The dreams she once held close had been overshadowed by Jayceon's cold pragmatism and the unyielding demands of their intertwined lives. Yet, beneath the surface of their fractured union, a flicker of resilience stirred within her, a quiet determination to reclaim her own identity and find a way forward, even if it meant navigating the painful complexities of their shared existence.

Meanwhile, the shadows of Jayceon's hidden past with Georgina and their son Leandro continue to loom, threatening to disrupt the precarious balance Arabella has been forced to accept. As Arabella contemplates her next steps, the question remains: will she find the strength to break free from the prison of appearances, or will the weight of loyalty, duty, and betrayal keep her bound? The coming chapter will explore the emotional fallout of their standoff and hint at the consequences that could ripple through both their lives and those around them.

Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.