Mr Melendez, your wife wants divorce long ago novel

Her Spark Ignites Tonight By J.S. Caldwell 2 Summary Arabella and Jayceon share a tense and intimate moment that quickly dissolves when painful memories flood Arabella's mind-images of Jayceon's betrayal involving another woman and their child. Overcome with nausea and emotional turmoil, she pushes him away, revealing her deep hurt and anger. Jayceon's indifferent response to their anniversary and his casual attitude toward the affair deepen Arabella's sense of betrayal, shattering the love and trust she once had.

Despite her pain, Arabella restrains herself from confronting Jayceon, mindful of her mother's recent heart surgery and the fragile state of her family. The couple's relationship is marked by coldness and unspoken anguish, with Jayceon distracted by messages from his first love even in the middle of the night. Arabella feels drained and powerless, haunted by the image of Jayceon with the other woman and their son. The next morning, Arabella visits her parents in the hospital, where her mother's condition shows signs of improvement, offering her a brief moment of relief.

However, the emotional weight remains heavy as she encounters Jayceon unexpectedly in the hospital lobby. His presence is commanding yet distant, and the tension between them is palpable. When Jayceon's phone interrupts their silent exchange, it underscores the ongoing strain and unresolved conflict in their relationship. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 2 When Arabella's voice came out rough and breathless, Jayceon took it as a sign of her desire, and his kiss grew more intense, pressing deeper into her lips.

He knew her body intimately, every curve and reaction, and despite her inner resistance, her defenses began to crumble under his touch. Just as she felt herself about to surrender, a sudden flood of memories crashed into her mind-the serene beach, the luxurious yacht, the dazzling fireworks lighting up the night sky, the bouquet of roses, the unmistakable sight of her husband's ringed hand resting on another woman's waist, and that cruel, loving caption beneath the photo. A wave of nausea surged through her, sharp and overwhelming.

She pushed him away forcefully and bent over the edge of the bed, retching violently. Jayceon flipped on the light, and with it, the charged atmosphere between them evaporated completely. He rose from the bed and gently rubbed her back. "Are you feeling sick?" he asked, concern flickering in his eyes. She shrugged him off and headed straight to the bathroom, her movements stiff and distant. She wasn't ill-just utterly fed up with him. Jayceon frowned as he watched her retreating figure, then went downstairs to fetch some water.

He didn't notice the dark circles beneath her swollen eyes, the hoarseness in her voice, or the fresh cut on her ankle from when she'd stumbled earlier. When he returned a few minutes later, Arabella had already stepped out of the bathroom, preparing to climb back into bed. He handed her the glass without a word. "I'll book a restaurant tomorrow to make up for our anniversary," he said flatly. There was no apology in his tone, no hint of remorse-just a statement of fact. She ignored the water and lay back down, her voice cold and dismissive.

"Don't bother." So, he had remembered their anniversary after all. But he had spent the entire day renting out a beach, setting off fireworks alongside his first love and their son. Since their wedding, she had devoted herself to him completely, tending to his every need, never asking him to lift a finger around the house. And yet now, he offered to bake a blueberry cake for them. He had betrayed her, fathered a child with another woman, yet acted as if none of it mattered, expecting her to be intimate with him as if nothing had changed.

His casual mention of last night, completely devoid of guilt, shattered the last illusions Arabella had clung to. For the first time, she saw the man she had loved for so long as a hypocrite. The room fell into a heavy silence between them, the air thick with unspoken pain. Just then, Jayceon's phone screen flickered to life, breaking the stillness. He glanced at the message, then at Arabella, who remained motionless. Without a word, he quickly typed a reply and switched off the screen, his mind clearly elsewhere. "Let's get some rest," he said abruptly. But Arabella's eyes wouldn't close.

Even in the darkness behind her eyelids, she saw the perfect picture of Jayceon holding his son in one arm while his beloved first love smiled beside him. Burning with anger, she felt the desperate urge to snatch his phone and confront him-finally putting an end to the charade. Yet reason held her back. Her mother had just undergone heart surgery and was still in the hospital. Now was not the time to tear their family apart with a divorce. At 3 a.m., Jayceon's phone lit up once more.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the sound of a car engine starting outside stirred Arabella from a restless half-sleep. A single text was enough to pull him away in the dead of night. That was the power his first love still held over him. Arabella wanted to scream, to throw a tantrum, but her body was drained of energy. She could barely form words, let alone summon the strength to do anything beyond breathing. Early the next morning, forcing herself to move, Arabella carried breakfast to her parents at the hospital. Her parents were visibly shocked by how worn and exhausted she appeared.

Her mother, Kayla Kemp, lay weakly in bed, tubes attached, her voice soft and concerned. "Bella, what's wrong?" Arabella forced a small smile. "Don't worry, Mom. I just didn't sleep well last night." Her father, Roderick Palmer, peeled half an apple and handed it to her gently. "The doctor just finished rounds. Your mom's healing well-no complications from the surgery. They expect she might be discharged within a week." Relief washed over Arabella, and she finally exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

After helping her mother finish breakfast, Arabella went to speak with the attending physician for an update. On her way back, near the billing area, she unexpectedly bumped into Jayceon. His tall, commanding presence was impossible to miss-the kind of man whose cold, noble aura drew attention wherever he went. Their eyes met. Jayceon's brow furrowed slightly as he approached her. Arabella noticed the thick stack of receipts clutched in his hand but said nothing. It was Wednesday morning, around 9 a.m.

At this hour, he should have been in a meeting with senior executives at the Melendez Building. Instead, here he was, standing in the hospital lobby. Arabella didn't need to guess why. She fought the urge to confront him, afraid she would lose control-yelling, crying, and making a scene like some desperate woman. She worried her parents might overhear and that she would crumble before she could gather herself. Heart aching, she stood silently, waiting for him to break the silence-or not. Jayceon reached out to take the papers from her hand, but just then, his phone rang again.

He pulled his hand back and glanced at the screen. Conclusion The chapter closes on a poignant note, capturing Arabella's deep inner turmoil as she grapples with betrayal and heartbreak. Her emotional walls, once strong and unyielding, begin to crack under the weight of Jayceon's actions and indifference. The contrast between her devoted love and his cold detachment underscores the painful reality of their fractured relationship, where love is overshadowed by secrets and unspoken resentments.

Despite her exhaustion and despair, Arabella's resilience quietly shines through, especially in her care for her ailing mother and her determination to maintain composure in the face of turmoil. Amidst the silence and tension, the chapter delicately explores themes of loyalty, pain, and the complexity of human emotions when love is tested. The lingering image of Jayceon's divided attention between his family and his past love leaves an aching void that Arabella must confront.

With both characters caught in a web of conflicting emotions and secrets, the story is poised to explore the delicate balance between love, betrayal, and forgiveness in the days ahead. 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.