Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 100

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 100**

He had conferred upon her the title of Mrs. Melendez, but it was merely a guise, a mask to conceal their true intentions.

As Jayceon stepped forward, a flicker of a complicated emotion danced in his eyes, a mixture of longing and frustration, as he reached out for Arabella’s hand.

But Arabella was not in a mood to be tethered; she deftly sidestepped him, her suitcase rolling behind her as she maneuvered toward the curb.

In that moment, a sleek black luxury car glided to a halt beside her, and out stepped Zachary, exuding an air of confidence. The driver swiftly handled Arabella’s suitcase, placing it neatly in the trunk, while Zachary opened the back door with a courteous gesture.

Just as Arabella was poised to step into the car, Jayceon’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a possessive urgency.

“Why are you getting in his car?” he questioned, his voice cold and steely, a stark contrast to the warmth he once shared with her.

Arabella turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting his for a fleeting moment. She tugged her hand free from his grasp and climbed into the car without a second thought.

Zachary, adjusting his glasses with a casual flick of his finger, interjected politely, “Mr. Melendez, please don’t misunderstand. Arabella and I are merely colleagues. I’m just looking out for her well-being. Our relationship is strictly professional.”

The casual tone of Zachary’s words struck a nerve within Jayceon, a pang of jealousy that felt all too familiar. He instinctively frowned, extending his hand to Zachary in a gesture of civility. “Thank you for looking after my wife, Zachary.”

Zachary returned the gesture with a gentlemanly smile. “You’re too kind, Mr. Melendez. Arabella and I were fortunate enough to study under the same mentor, so it’s only natural for me to ensure she’s well.”

Both Jayceon and Zachary hailed from prominent families within the same city, their paths having crossed numerous times over the years.

Standing outside the vehicle, Jayceon’s gaze remained locked on Arabella, who sat in the back seat, her expression unreadable.

After a moment of hesitation, he closed the door for her, a final act of chivalry. “Text me when you land,” he urged, his tone softening, as if they had never experienced the rift that now lay between them.

Arabella, brushing her long hair back with a practiced nonchalance, offered no reply. She was acutely aware of Jayceon’s desire to maintain appearances; he would never act out of line in the presence of Zachary.

Jayceon’s conflicted gaze lingered on her for a heartbeat longer before he turned away, a silent resignation settling over him.

Zachary exchanged a few courteous words with Jayceon before sliding into the car, which then pulled away, leaving Jayceon standing alone, rooted to the spot. He watched as the black luxury vehicle merged into the express lane, its sleek form disappearing into the bustling sea of traffic.

With a flick of his lighter, Jayceon lit the cigarette, the smoke curling into the air as he exhaled sharply.

His eyes drifted up, and he spotted Georgina approaching from a distance, her presence only adding to his irritation.

Samuel nudged him, “Jay, if I recall correctly, Georgina is supposed to be staying with her brother and sister-in-law right now, a good half-hour drive from here. Yet, in the short time since Arabella returned, Georgina has crossed paths with her here two or three times. You think that’s mere coincidence?”

Jayceon was no fool; he grasped the underlying implications of Samuel’s words.

Samuel continued teasingly, “If I’m right, Georgina is going to tell you she just happened to be passing by, saw your license plate, and decided to come over for a friendly chat.”

As if on cue, Georgina approached the car, her voice cheerful yet laced with a hint of mischief. “What a coincidence, Jay! I was just passing by, saw your license plate, and thought I’d come over to say hello.”

Jayceon couldn’t suppress the frown that creased his brow, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.

Noticing his displeasure, Georgina’s demeanor shifted, her eyes narrowing slightly with caution. “Jay, could I come in and talk to you for a moment?”