Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 146

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

**Chapter 146**

From a distance, Georgina spotted Jayceon’s car rolling to a halt, and she quickened her pace, her heart racing with urgency. She knew the weight of the information she carried and the impact it could have.

As the window descended slowly, revealing Jayceon’s furrowed brow, he inquired, “Where’s my wife?” His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of tension that Georgina could sense.

Scanning the area cautiously, Georgina leaned closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “Jay, your wife just left with that man. I have a couple of photos I need to send you. Can I hop in the car before we discuss this?”

With a curt nod, Jayceon granted her access, and Georgina slipped into the vehicle, the door clicking shut behind her.

“I’m really sorry, Jay,” she began, her tone earnest. “You were almost misrepresented by the media just for buying a toy for Leandro. If this wasn’t urgent, I wouldn’t have called you here like this.” Her heart raced as she thought of the implications of what she was about to reveal.

As she spoke, Georgina discreetly sent Jayceon the photos she had captured of Arabella and Blaire together, their intimacy evident in each frame. Alongside them, she dispatched a screenshot of the WhatsApp message from Arabella, which read like a dagger: a request for Georgina to bring Leandro to the press conference and expose his parentage.

Jayceon’s expression remained stoic as he scrolled through the images, but Georgina noticed how his fingers tightened around his phone, a sign of the turmoil brewing within him.

“What are you trying to convey by showing me this?” he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

Georgina feigned innocence, her eyes wide with faux shock. “Jay, your wife actually asked me to attend the press conference. She wanted me to reveal you and Leandro as father and son, but I would never agree to that!” The words tumbled out, laced with conviction.

She continued, “She told me directly that since she can’t get a divorce, you both would just go your separate ways. At that moment, I thought it was just her anger talking,” she added, gauging Jayceon’s reaction with keen interest.

Gathering her courage, she leaned in slightly and added, “But I honestly didn’t expect to see your wife making out with that man in the elevator tonight.” Her tone was probing, as if testing the waters of his loyalty.

“Jay, you’re so good to her—so tolerant and loving. I truly don’t think she deserves you,” she concluded, her words dripping with sympathy, but laced with an underlying challenge.

Jayceon’s expression grew darker, his voice now a low growl. “You must be mistaken.” The words came out with a weight that belied his inner turmoil. Arabella loved him; even in the heat of their arguments, she would never stoop to such absurdity.

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The clock ticked towards three-thirty in the morning when Arabella finally returned home. Fatigue weighed heavily on her shoulders, and as she opened the front door, her eyes widened to find Jayceon standing in the entryway, clad in dark pajamas, his face a mask of unreadable emotions.

Startled by his presence, she felt a jolt of adrenaline surge through her. Bending down to retrieve a stuffed toy that had fallen from her grasp, she stepped inside without uttering a single word, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire.

“I probably hit it by accident,” she replied nonchalantly, the edge of irritation creeping into her tone.

The dismissive nature of her words ignited a flicker of anger in Jayceon, but he held it in check, refusing to let the images and words from Georgina cloud his judgment. Yet, there were questions that demanded answers.

“Don’t tell me you turned off your phone by accident too?” he inquired, his voice tinged with skepticism.

“Not that. The battery died and it shut off automatically,” she replied, her tone almost indifferent.

A wave of frustration washed over him, and he began pacing in front of her, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t voice. He stopped abruptly, fixing her with a penetrating stare.

Arabella remained seated on the sofa, her gaze lowered, exuding an air of calmness that only fueled his agitation.

As Jayceon struggled to contain his emotions, the veins in his temples throbbed visibly. “Arabella, we’re husband and wife. You don’t come home at night, and you don’t even bother to call. Have you ever considered how that makes me feel?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Arabella sprang to her feet, closing the distance between them. She looked up into his eyes, her expression resolute, ready to confront whatever storm lay ahead.