Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 136

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

**Chapter 136**

Emmett was a storm of emotions, a tempest of anger and frustration swirling within him. “I just lifted him up for a second! Which one of your eyes saw me hit him?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife, as he glared at Georgina, who stood her ground, unyielding.

Georgina, with her maternal instincts flaring, defended her position vehemently. “A child’s mind is incredibly fragile. It’s the fear that can do more damage than any physical hurt.” Her eyes were wide, imploring him to understand the depths of her concern.

Arabella, watching the exchange unfold, was acutely aware of her brother’s temperament. Emmett, the young master who had always been the center of attention, had experienced a sudden and devastating fall from grace. Beneath his tough exterior was a sensitivity that made him impulsive, a trait that often led him to act without thinking. It was clear that he never intended any harm, yet his hostility toward Georgina and her son made his actions unpredictable.

With a gentle firmness, Arabella handed the food to her brother. “You should go back to the room and eat with Mom. I’ll take them to the clinic.” Her voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of urgency in her tone.

As she began to walk away, Emmett followed her, his footsteps heavy with reluctance. Arabella turned, casting him a warning look that made him halt in his tracks, the defiance draining from his posture.

At the clinic, the doctor conducted a thorough examination of Leandro, and with each passing moment, the tension in Georgina’s shoulders began to ease as the doctor found nothing wrong. Finally, she seemed to relent, the weight of her worries lifting ever so slightly.

As they approached the elevators, Georgina turned to Arabella, her voice laced with an apologetic tone. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Melendez. Please don’t take my overthinking to heart. Others might not understand, but you, Mrs. Melendez, should be acutely aware of my son’s situation.”

Arabella’s expression remained unchanged, a mask of indifference. “A true status is one that can be openly acknowledged, one that everyone recognizes. What status does your son really have?” Her words were like ice, cutting through Georgina’s facade.

Georgina felt as if a raw nerve had been struck, and discomfort washed over her like a cold wave. She forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “You’re absolutely right, Mrs. Melendez. It’s all Leandro’s father’s fault for spoiling him excessively. He’d coddle him for hours over a mere scraped knee and then blame me for not caring for our son properly. I was the one who overreacted.”

At that moment, Arabella’s phone rang, shattering the tension.

Without hesitation, Arabella answered the call in front of Georgina, her demeanor shifting slightly. On the other end, Jayceon’s voice rang clear and warm, “How’s Mom doing?”

Arabella shot a glance at Georgina, her tone turning icy. “She’s fine.”

Jayceon continued, “Have you had lunch? Do you want me to come pick you up?”

Arabella offered a few vague responses before ending the call abruptly. The silence that followed was palpable, and Arabella, noticing Georgina’s rigid expression, decided to provoke her further. “I thought you had some skills, but it seems this is all you’ve got. Maybe you should concentrate on raising your child instead.”

Once Arabella left, Georgina pushed her son away in disgust, her frustration boiling over. She had meticulously crafted her public persona, maxing out credit cards in a bid to avoid taking another dime from Jayceon. As a social media influencer, she had leveraged her status to network with businesses, desperately clawing her way into the upper echelons of society.

Yet, just as she thought she might finally gain Jayceon’s admiration, Arabella had returned into the picture, seemingly stronger than ever. Not only had they not divorced, but their relationship appeared to be thriving.

When he spoke again, his voice softened, a hint of pleading in it. “Arabella, we’re husband and wife. We’ve been childhood sweethearts for so many years. Have I ever laid a hand on you?”

Arabella couldn’t suppress a sneer. “Don’t forget, Jayceon, you broke my brother’s wrist for the woman you love!”

He sighed, exasperated. “That was an accident.”

Arabella’s hands, resting at her sides, curled into tight fists, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “Why is it that every time there’s an accident, it’s my family and I who suffer the consequences?”

Jayceon’s expression was a mix of frustration and something softer, harder to decipher. “You just can’t let this go, can you?”

“I’ll remember it for the rest of my life,” she replied, her voice steady but filled with emotion.

Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent battle of wills, before Jayceon turned and walked away, the door clicking shut behind him.

As the sound echoed through the empty hall, Arabella felt her body sag with the weight of his departure. He had left in such haste; it was clear he was rushing to tend to that mother and son, leaving her alone to grapple with the turmoil in her heart.