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Her Spark Ignites Tonight By J.S. Caldwell 7 Summary The morning after a tense evening, Arabella prepares to quietly leave, but Jayceon stops her, noticing she isn't wearing her bracelet. When Arabella admits she lost it, Jayceon reveals he found it at the hospital, where he had been searching for her. Despite his calm approach, Arabella rejects the bracelet and becomes overwhelmed by her bottled-up emotions, shouting that she doesn't want the bracelet or Jayceon if she isn't his one-and-only.

Their confrontation escalates quickly; Jayceon tries to comfort her, but Arabella pushes him away violently, crying and lashing out in frustration. She accuses him of causing her pain and demands he leave if he doesn't want to be home. Jayceon attempts to calm her, but her hysteria worsens, culminating in her biting his hand when he won't answer his phone, leading to her falling hard to the floor. Jayceon, exhausted and saddened by her breakdown, reflects on the different stages of Arabella's life, noting how unlike her current state this outburst is.

He decides to leave, instructing Kimberly to care for Arabella and help her clear her mind. Kimberly finds Arabella unconscious on the floor and, unable to reach Jayceon, calls for an ambulance. Arabella wakes up in the hospital, with her mother-in-law Tabitha and Kimberly anxiously by her side. Tabitha expresses concern for Arabella's well-being, marking a moment of care and worry following the intense and emotional events at home.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 7 The following morning, Arabella was preparing to carry breakfast up to her parents when Jayceon emerged from the dressing room, fully dressed and ready for the day. She felt no urge to engage with him and instead reached for her phone, intent on leaving quietly. Before she could slip away, Jayceon's hand closed firmly around her wrist. "Where's the bracelet? You're not wearing it," he asked, his tone calm but probing. Arabella glanced down at her bare wrist, her voice barely above a whisper, rough with emotion. "I don't know.

Maybe I lost it." He didn't respond to the strain in her voice, instead watching her intently. "I saw Emmie last night," he said casually, as if testing her. Only then did Arabella realize he was fishing for the truth. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, and met his gaze. "After we parted ways last night, I went to the hospital to check on Mom. Emmie told me you were on the 13th floor. I searched for you there but didn't find you, so I came back home." Jayceon pulled the bracelet from his pocket and held it out. "You dropped this at the hospital.

I brought it back." He carefully avoided explaining why he had been there himself. As he reached to slip the bracelet back onto her wrist, Arabella jerked her hand away. "I don't want it," she said firmly. For once, Jayceon tried to be patient. "Just wear it for now. When things settle down, I'll take you to choose one you truly like." But Arabella felt her mind unraveling. The weight of all her suppressed pain and bitterness was too much to bear. Almost instantly, she crumpled. "I said I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it!" she cried. "If it's not one-of-a-kind, I don't want it!

And if I'm not your one-and-only, then I don't want you either!" Surprisingly, Jayceon felt a strange sense of relief at her outburst. Arabella had always been spoiled, throwing tantrums whenever things didn't go her way. This time, she was simply upset that the gift wasn't special enough. He slid his hands around her slender waist and leaned in, aiming to kiss her. But the moment their lips met, she shoved him back with force. Gone was the fiery passion that usually ignited at his slightest advance. Instead, she pushed him away, tears streaming down her face. "No, no, no!" she sobbed.

She shoved, pushed, and struck him like a woman possessed. Jayceon grabbed her wrists, his patience thinning. "Arabella, don't go too far." He could tolerate her occasional spoiled moments, but this hysterical state was beyond reason. There was no talking sense into her now. Arabella's control slipped entirely. "This is who I've always been! Did you just notice now?" Jayceon stayed calm, his voice low. "Is a bracelet really worth all this?" Frustrated, she began throwing things around wildly. "You know exactly what you've done, Jayceon!" Sobbing uncontrollably, she pushed him toward the door.

"You didn't want to come home, right? Then leave! Get out!" Jayceon pulled her into his arms, trying to steady her. "Stop it. You're going to hurt yourself." At that moment, his phone vibrated, breaking the tense silence. His swift move to silence it only fueled Arabella's anger. She reached for his phone. "Answer it! You're always so busy with work. Just answer your damn phone!" She had reached her limit. When Jayceon refused to hand it over, she bit his hand in frustration. He shook her off, wincing in pain, and she fell hard to the floor.

A dull thud echoed through the room, and an oppressive silence followed. Jayceon, breathing heavily, looked down at her sprawled on the floor, her hair tangled and wild. Exhausted, he finally turned away. He thought back to the little girl she had been-mischievous but endearing. As a teenager, she had been bright and innocent, a shining light wherever she went. Later, she grew passionate and bold, clinging to him, demanding kisses and affection, loving him with abandon. After they married, she softened into a gentle, thoughtful woman who cared deeply for him.

At every stage, Arabella had been vibrant and dignified. She had never acted like this before-yelling, screaming hysterically. "We'll talk when you've calmed down," he said quietly, leaving without looking back. Just then, Kimberly arrived to check on Arabella. Jayceon glanced up toward the second floor. "Bella isn't doing well. I'll order her some food. Make sure she eats it later. Then take her out for a walk to clear her head." Before Kimberly could reply, he was already gone. Arabella had faked fainting before. Whenever she upset him, she would pretend to be sick, weak, a victim.

Every time he saw that pitiful look, he would let it slide. But this time, she had gone too far. She needed to cool down, truly. Kimberly hurried upstairs to the master bedroom. Finding Arabella collapsed on the floor, she panicked. "Bella!" As she helped her up, it became clear Arabella was genuinely unconscious. Kimberly tried calling Jayceon, but his line was busy. In the end, she had no choice but to call an ambulance. When Arabella finally awoke in a hospital room, her mother-in-law, Tabitha Clemons, and Kimberly were sitting anxiously by her bedside.

Tabitha leaned over, concern etched on her face. "Bella, are you feeling alright? Do you hurt anywhere?" Conclusion The chapter closes on a poignant note, capturing the raw vulnerability and emotional turmoil Arabella experiences as she confronts her feelings of inadequacy and heartbreak. Her outburst reveals the depth of her pain, a stark contrast to the composed and loving woman Jayceon once knew. This moment of despair not only highlights the fragility beneath her fiery exterior but also the strain their relationship is under, as both struggle to bridge the growing distance between them.

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