Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 154

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

**Chapter 154**

Jayceon gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable, but in that moment, Georgina felt a wave of relief wash over her. The tension that had been coiling in her chest began to unravel.

The park around them was eerily quiet on this Christmas Eve, the usual festive cheer muted by the stillness of the night.

Nearby, the driver was busy lighting fireworks alongside the child, the bright bursts of color illuminating their surroundings for just a moment.

Noticing Jayceon’s disinterest, Georgina felt a pang of guilt settle in. She hesitated before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’m really sorry, Jay. This whole night has been a disaster because of me.”

Jayceon’s eyes softened as he replied, “You went against your grandfather’s wishes to recognize Leandro for our sake. I can only imagine the pressure you’ve been under, especially not being able to tell your wife about his parentage. I truly appreciate your courage.”

Georgina sighed, her heart heavy. “I just didn’t think Leandro would take to you so quickly. He admires you, Jay. He looks up to you like you’re his anchor.”

Jayceon frowned, a hint of concern flashing across his face. “I don’t know what’s happening with him lately. He cries for his dad constantly, and when it gets overwhelming, he won’t eat for an entire day. This little boy is draining me, Georgina.”

A shadow of regret crossed her features. “If I had just stood my ground against your grandfather when he forced me into marriage, or if I hadn’t been so weak-hearted after everything I endured, Leandro wouldn’t have had to come into this world and suffer alongside me.”

Jayceon reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Georgina, you’re the victim here. You brought Leandro into this world because of your kindness. None of this is your fault.”

He glanced at his watch, the ticking sound echoing in the silence. “It’s getting late. Let me take you back home.”

As they drove through the quiet streets, Jayceon maneuvered the car carefully, ensuring Georgina and her son were comfortable. He pulled up to the entrance of their residential complex, the car coming to a gentle stop.

After a moment of hesitation, Georgina remained seated, glancing at Jayceon with uncertainty. “Jay, the baby’s asleep, and I can’t carry him. Would you mind taking us upstairs?”

The driver, who had been patiently waiting, stepped out and opened the back door. “Ms. Carrillo, I’ll assist you with the child.”

Georgina felt a twinge of disappointment but knew she had no choice. With a reluctant sigh, she exited the car, her heart heavy with the weight of the evening’s events.

Once Jayceon returned home, it was well past midnight. He assumed Arabella would be fast asleep by now, perhaps dreaming of the festive celebrations.

As he entered the building, he punched in the code for the door, ready to step inside when suddenly the elevator doors opened behind him.

Samuel emerged, his expression serious. “Wait, don’t go in. Arabella isn’t back yet.”

Jayceon turned, skepticism etched on his face. He couldn’t believe that Arabella was still out. She had promised him that she wouldn’t stay out late anymore, a promise he had taken to heart.

“Just great,” he muttered under his breath, frustration boiling within him.

Jayceon sank onto the sofa, lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a shroud.

Samuel placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You can’t be the only one allowed to act out. Let Arabella blow off some steam. She’s moving on; what’s holding you back?”

Jayceon clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together. “She hasn’t moved on. She’s playing a dangerous game.”

Samuel shrugged, his tone flippant. “Why not just end it? The Palmer family is powerless; they can’t touch you.”

Jayceon shot him a piercing glare, frustration etched across his face.

“Leaving your own wife alone on Christmas Eve to watch fireworks with that mother and son? Is that what you call love?” Samuel pressed, his voice rising slightly.

“Leandro is just a child! He called me ‘Dad’ without thinking. What was I supposed to do?” Jayceon shot back defensively.

He continued, “Arabella is an open book; she can’t keep secrets. If I told her Leandro isn’t my son, it wouldn’t be long before my grandfather found out. If he knew Leandro wasn’t my biological child, he’d be even more merciless to Georgina and her boy than he was six years ago.”

Samuel raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Since you’re already prepared to raise another man’s child, why not just marry Georgina? Wouldn’t that be more convincing?”