Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 171

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 171**

With a gentle but firm grip, Jayceon extended his hand to Georgina, helping her rise from the car seat. “Come on, let’s get you home first,” he said, his voice carrying an undertone of concern.

As they approached the entrance of her apartment complex, Jayceon brought the car to a stop. The headlights illuminated the path ahead, but the moment felt heavy, laden with unspoken words. Georgina hesitated, her fingers fumbling with the seatbelt, a sense of uncertainty washing over her.

With her hand resting on the door handle, she turned to face Jayceon, her expression earnest. “Jay,” she began, her voice steady yet filled with remorse, “what happened tonight was entirely my fault. I dragged you into this mess. I’ll make it right—I’ll buy your wife a new outfit another day and give her a proper apology.”

Jayceon’s gaze drifted, his mind clearly elsewhere, a storm of thoughts swirling behind his eyes. He tugged at his collar, a gesture of discomfort. “Just toss the clothes away,” he replied, his tone clipped. “I’ll handle the situation with my wife. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Georgina’s eyes sparkled with determination, a flicker of defiance igniting within her. “I can’t do that, Jay. It’s wrong of me to wear your wife’s clothes. She didn’t give me a hard time at all; in fact, she defended me. I owe her a proper apology.”

Feeling a wave of suffocation, Jayceon rolled down both windows, seeking the cool night air to ease the tension that enveloped them. The rush of wind filled the car, but it did little to alleviate the heaviness of the moment. Georgina, sensing the shift, opened the door and stepped out, her heart racing.

Before she departed, she added with a hint of playfulness, “Jay, I’ve come to realize that your wife is a genuinely good person. Women are actually quite easy to please, you know? Don’t always wear that stern face. Go back to her and be sweet; remember, a good attitude goes a long way. She should be home by now, so you really ought to hurry back and check on her.”

Jayceon regarded her with an expression that was difficult to interpret, a mixture of gratitude and something else—something unspoken. “What I said tonight was solely to protect you and your son from my grandfather. Don’t read too much into it,” he cautioned, his voice low and serious.

Georgina’s hands clenched at her sides, a surge of emotion coursing through her. Yet, she forced a smile, her heart heavy with unexpressed feelings. “Jay, you don’t need to keep reminding me. No matter how others perceive it, there’s nothing between us. I have a clear conscience.”

Jayceon nodded, his expression softening slightly. “You should get some rest.”

As Georgina watched Jayceon’s car merge onto the main road, the smile that had graced her face slowly morphed into a frown. The events of the evening had crystallized a painful truth for her: Jayceon would always stand as her protector, but his heart was firmly tethered to another.

He was dedicated to his marriage, an unwavering commitment that seemed insurmountable. Even if Arabella, his wife, chose to step aside, Jayceon would never entertain the thought of divorce. The old guard of the Melendez family would rather see him remarry than allow her back into their lives.

What had she done to deserve such disdain? Why did everyone look down upon her?

She lifted her heavy eyelids to meet Jayceon’s gaze, her eyes a dull gray, devoid of hope. “I’m fine,” she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible. “Go take care of her.”

Their eyes locked, and Jayceon’s heart constricted painfully, his outstretched hand freezing in mid-air, caught between wanting to help and the weight of the moment.

Arabella turned her gaze to Samuel, her lips quivering as she struggled to find the words, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Samuel carefully lifted Arabella into his arms, his voice steady but filled with an underlying tension. “Arabella, remember this: your ‘Jay’ died the night Georgina came back to the country!”

He shot Jayceon a fierce glare, the accusation hanging heavily in the air. “The Jayceon of today is Georgina’s husband, the father of her child. He has nothing to do with you!”

With a soft sigh, Arabella closed her eyes, resting her weary head against Samuel’s shoulder, a faint “Mhm” escaping her lips. That single sound struck Jayceon’s heart like a hammer, heavy and unforgiving.

As Samuel carried Arabella away to the hospital, Jayceon remained rooted to the spot, his mind racing. He turned to face Sir, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. “Grandpa, Arabella is my wife. How could you possibly use the family disciplinary code on her?”