Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 69

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 69**

“Tell me, Emmett,” Jayceon pressed again, his voice laced with concern, “are you hurt anywhere else on your body?”

Emmett twisted his neck, a defiant glint in his eyes. With a sudden burst of energy, he seized Jayceon’s wrist, shaking him off with a fierce determination that spoke volumes of his frustration.

Meanwhile, Steve Vinson, Jayceon’s ever-reliable assistant, stood off to the side, silently mopping the cold sweat that had gathered on his brow. He couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the air. Had Jayceon not been quick enough to intercept Emmett’s punch, he could very well have walked into the office the next day sporting a black eye—a testament to the chaos brewing between the two.

Jayceon shot a quick glance at Steve, who immediately understood the unspoken command. He ushered the school administrators into the adjacent office, closing the door behind them with a soft click that echoed in the tense atmosphere.

With the room now confined to just the two of them, Jayceon’s expression hardened, his voice taking on a stern edge. “Why won’t you explain?”

Emmett met Jayceon’s gaze with a fierce glare, the anger radiating off him palpable. He turned to leave, but Jayceon was quicker, raising a hand to grip Emmett’s shoulder firmly, refusing to let him escape.

With eyes ablaze, Emmett fought back against Jayceon’s hold, his emotions boiling over. Although Jayceon had the advantage, Emmett’s spirit was unyielding. After a few swift movements, however, Jayceon managed to subdue him, forcing him into a chair.

“I had you learn Taekwondo for self-defense, not for starting trouble,” Jayceon admonished, his voice icy and unyielding.

Emmett struggled against the confines of the chair, his defiance evident. “Melendez, let me go! I want to fight you one-on-one!”

A vein pulsed angrily on Jayceon’s forehead, his patience wearing thin. “I’m your brother-in-law. Show some respect when you talk to me!”

Emmett’s eyes blazed with fury. “You hurt my sister by having a baby with another woman! You’re not my brother-in-law!”

The atmosphere shifted as Jayceon’s expression darkened, the weight of Emmett’s words sinking in. He slowly released his grip, allowing Emmett the freedom to stand.

Emmett rose, stretching his limbs, his body tense and ready, as if he were preparing for a fight to the death.

“Emmie,” Jayceon said, his tone softening, almost pleading. “What’s between your sister and me is our private business. As long as she and I aren’t divorced, I am still your brother-in-law, and I have the right to guide you.”

Jayceon continued, his voice steady but firm, “Now tell me, why did you fight with a classmate?”

Emmett, however, was not swayed by Jayceon’s words. “My sister is done with you! You’re not my brother-in-law, and you have no right to boss me around!”

Jayceon studied Emmett’s face, a tense silence stretching between them for what felt like an eternity. They were locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to back down.

Finally, Jayceon broke the silence, his voice resolute. “You’re coming home with me now. I’ll have your sister clarify whether I’m still your brother-in-law.”

“Leo,” she called, pulling her son into view. “Do you want Uncle Jay to be your daddy?”

Leandro clapped his hands, his face lighting up with joy. “Of course I do, Mommy!”

Georgina enveloped her son in a warm embrace, a calculating glimmer in her eyes. “Then when your Uncle Jay returns, you should try calling him ‘Daddy.’ If he agrees, our Leo will finally have a father.”

With a delighted squeal, Leandro dashed downstairs, leaving Georgina to bask in her own satisfaction.

Descending from the second floor like a queen, clad in her sexy lingerie and robe, she couldn’t hide the triumphant smile that graced her lips.

As the clock struck eight, a sleek black Bentley glided through the main gate.

Jayceon glanced at the time with a furrowed brow. The trip to the school and back had consumed two or three hours, and it was already past seven.

With a gift in hand, carefully chosen for Arabella, Jayceon stepped out of the car.

As he gazed at the warm light spilling from the open living room door, an involuntary softness washed over his features. Arabella must have dinner prepared and be waiting for him at home, a comforting thought that eased the tension of the day.