Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 164

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 164**

As Georgina stood amidst the crowd, the weight of Arabella’s probing questions felt like a heavy shroud enveloping her. She could sense the eyes of onlookers piercing through her, their gazes filled with judgment and curiosity. Feeling cornered, she turned to Jayceon, her voice faltering, unable to articulate any defense.

From head to toe, Georgina radiated guilt, her demeanor practically confessing to the ambiguity of her relationship with Jayceon. It was as if her very essence screamed for understanding, yet all that echoed back was suspicion.

Jayceon’s eyes were locked onto Arabella, searching for the slightest shift in her expression. The complexity of his feelings swirled within him like a tempest, torn between his loyalty to Georgina and the undeniable bond he shared with Arabella.

He stepped forward, positioning Arabella in front of him, his voice low but firm. “Please, don’t misunderstand this situation. I was merely offering assistance.”

Arabella, however, was not one to back down easily. With a deliberate shake, she freed herself from Jayceon’s grasp, the gesture loud in its defiance. “Jayceon, everyone here witnessed how she called you so intimately, right in front of us all!” Her voice rang out, drawing even more attention to their escalating confrontation.

“Let’s not forget,” she continued, her tone sharp, “you abandoned me at the event, brought her into our private space, allowed her to wear my clothes, and now you stand here claiming it was just a simple favor?”

Arabella’s eyes bore into his, a storm of hurt and betrayal swirling within them. “What does that make me, Jayceon? Your wife, or just a placeholder?”

In that moment, their gazes locked, and Jayceon felt a pang in his heart. It was as if time had slowed, and the world around them faded into a blur. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Do we really have to make this so public, so ugly?”

Deep down, he recognized Arabella’s intentions. This was no innocent gathering; she was here to confront him, to expose the tangled web of his relationship with Georgina. The bitterness of her resentment was palpable, and it stung him deeply. She was seeking revenge, wanting to unleash chaos, perhaps even to use his own grandfather against him as a weapon.

As the tension escalated, Arabella turned away, seeking solace in the embrace of old Mrs. Walton. She collapsed into her arms, her voice dripping with feigned sorrow. “Grandma Walton, I’m utterly heartbroken. Boo hoo hoo.”

Old Mrs. Walton, a close confidante of Arabella’s grandmother, had always held a soft spot for the young woman. In the past, she had even entertained the idea of uniting Arabella with her eldest grandson. However, the marriage agreement between the Palmer and Melendez families, coupled with Arabella’s unwavering affection for Jayceon, had extinguished that dream.

Now, witnessing Arabella’s distress, old Mrs. Walton’s expression darkened with indignation. “Jay! Even if the Palmer family is facing financial ruin, don’t you dare think you can bully Arabella while I’m still here!”

Before Jayceon could muster a response, Mrs. Dawson interjected, her voice dripping with disdain. “Mr. Melendez, I had thought you were above the typical behavior of men like those, but it seems you’re just as disappointing.”

Another older socialite chimed in, “Mr. Melendez, if you’re going to stray, at least choose someone of a higher caliber than Mrs. Melendez. Is it your intention to humiliate your wife?”

Old Mrs. Walton released Arabella but not without issuing a stern warning to Jayceon. “It had better be a misunderstanding. If not, I will have your grandfather intervene to ensure Arabella is treated justly.”

Before she could finish her sentence, a loud and brash voice cut through the tension. “Bitch, did I say you could leave?”

Everyone turned as Kimberly’s hand connected with Georgina’s face, the sharp sound echoing in the air.

“Smack!”

The force of the slap left Georgina reeling, her vision blurring momentarily as she stumbled back, clutching her cheek. Tears welled in her eyes as she glanced at Jayceon, who stood protectively beside Arabella, his expression one of disbelief.

Jayceon instinctively released Arabella’s hand, stepping in front of Georgina to shield her from further harm. “Back off, Kimberly, before I really lose my temper.”

With defiance written all over her face, Kimberly tossed her head back, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, I’m not done with her yet. I’m going to do more than just slap her. Come on, strike me down if you dare!”