Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 211

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

**Chapter 211**

Jayceon noticed the way Arabella’s eyelids drooped, her struggle against sleep evident in the way she leaned against the doorframe. He could see the exhaustion etched on her face, and sensing her fatigue, he decided against pushing her further.

About thirty minutes later, after helping the troll prepare the guest room, Arabella returned to the master bedroom, the weight of the day still clinging to her.

As she entered, she found Jayceon sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression dark and brooding as if a storm brewed within him. Without a word, she climbed into bed, flicked off the light, and chose to ignore him entirely, cocooning herself in the silence of the room.

The following morning, just as the three of them were about to step into the dining room for breakfast, the sharp sound of the doorbell echoed through the hallway.

Arabella initially assumed it was Samuel, likely seeking a free meal, as he often did.

To her surprise, it was Olivia who stood on the doorstep, her presence unexpected and unsettling.

Without so much as a greeting, Olivia pushed past Arabella and strode directly to Jayceon, urgency in her every movement.

“Mr. Melendez,” she began, her voice laced with concern, “something happened to Georgina last night, and she’s not doing well at all. I urged her to call you, but she stubbornly refused. I had no choice but to come find you myself.”

Jayceon’s gaze flickered to Arabella for a brief moment before he turned back to Olivia, his brow furrowed with worry. “What happened?” he inquired, the tension in his voice palpable.

Olivia cast a deliberate glance back at Arabella, her tone shifting to one of seriousness. “Mr. Melendez, this isn’t something I can summarize in a few words. You’ll need to come with me to truly understand the gravity of the situation.”

Jayceon approached Arabella, his eyes betraying a conflict of emotions—hesitation, concern, and something deeper.

“Arabella,” he said softly, “I think I should go.”

Arabella, sensing the urgency in his tone, encouraged him with a gentle nudge. “Ms. Walton came all this way to find you. It must be serious. You should go.”

He hesitated, studying the calm facade Arabella presented, a mix of gratitude and guilt swirling within him.

With a tender touch, he took her hand, seeking reassurance.

But Arabella, feeling the weight of the moment, attempted to pull away subtly. Yet, Jayceon tightened his grip, unwilling to let go.

“Ms. Walton,” he addressed Olivia firmly, “I think it’s best if you leave. If Georgina truly needed something, she would have reached out to me herself.”

Olivia was taken aback by his composure in the face of such alarming news. “Mr. Melendez,” she replied, her voice tinged with frustration, “I realize your wife is present, complicating things, but your connection with Georgina is known to all of us.”

A flash of anger ignited in Jayceon’s eyes, a dangerous glint that made Olivia take a step back.

“Mr. Melendez,” she continued, “even if Georgina has no official title, she did bear you a son. Right now, she’s in a fragile emotional state. She needs you.”

By three in the afternoon, Georgina found herself seated in a coffee shop in Zelmere, a meeting arranged with Tabitha.

She wasted no time, diving straight into the heart of the matter. “Mrs. Melendez, you mentioned having a way to expedite Jay and his wife’s divorce, allowing us to be together openly. Is that true?”

Tabitha regarded Georgina with a discerning eye, gracefully setting her coffee cup down.

With a subtle elegance, she slid a French drink menu across the table toward Georgina. “I can arrange for Ms. Carrillo to join us at this upscale bistro, but she must order her own drink.”

Georgina sat across from Tabitha, her eyes flicking to the menu, a wave of embarrassment washing over her.

Since her arrival, Tabitha had been leisurely sipping her coffee, while Georgina was left with nothing but a glass of water, a clear indication of Tabitha’s intentions.

The realization stung. It was evident that Tabitha had been waiting for this moment, subtly undermining her confidence.

Georgina’s expression soured, her tone turning sharp. “Mrs. Melendez, I don’t understand what you’re implying.”

Though Tabitha exuded an air of sophistication and politeness, her words were laced with condescension, chipping away at Georgina’s self-esteem with every passing moment.

Georgina felt lost, unable to decipher the true meaning behind Tabitha’s veiled remarks, just as she struggled to comprehend the complexities of the French drink menu laid before her.

This was the second time Tabitha had humiliated her in such a manner, and Georgina could feel the weight of it bearing down on her, suffocating her spirit.