Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 197

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 197**

Georgina gazed intently at Arabella, her heart racing as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, “Mrs. Melendez, you make this sound so simple now, but the truth is, the medicine is in my hands. If I get caught, I’ll be caught red-handed. What then? What will I do?”

The thought of betrayal gnawed at her. People are inherently selfish, she mused. No matter how reassuring Arabella seemed in this moment, if the situation spiraled out of control, and Arabella turned against her to save her own skin, Georgina would be left with nothing—her life, her son, all at risk.

Arabella, observing Georgina’s hesitance, hadn’t anticipated such caution. Yet, she knew that to achieve her goals, she would need to push Georgina beyond her comfort zone. After all, if Arabella could have handled this alone, she wouldn’t have sought out Georgina’s help in the first place.

With a calm yet persuasive tone, Arabella continued, “Remember when you were terrified to acknowledge your godson? You faced that fear, didn’t you? And how about when you hesitated to move into the apartment above us? Look at you now, settling in just fine.”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You haven’t even attempted this yet, so how can you be so sure it won’t work? And if things go south, if Jayceon questions you, you can simply shift the blame onto me, just like you did the last two times.”

As Georgina’s uncertainty lingered, Arabella’s demeanor shifted, her expression turning icy. “Georgina, if you continue to be so timid, I will have no choice but to end our partnership right here!”

Jayceon, ever cautious around his grandfather, was unwilling to risk bringing Georgina and her son into the Melendez family estate. He clung to her like a lifeline, spinning a web of lies to keep her and her child at bay, all in a desperate attempt to balance his complicated relationships. But this charade couldn’t last forever.

Arabella realized she needed to take bold action, to force the two of them together so that she could finally carve out a path for herself.

Seeing the change in Arabella’s expression, Georgina clenched her teeth, determination flickering in her eyes. “Alright, I’ll give it a try,” she finally said, her voice steadier now.

As they emerged from the restroom, they nearly collided with Kimberly.

Georgina and Arabella exchanged a knowing glance, and Georgina stepped past Kimberly, who attempted to halt her. But Arabella intervened, placing a hand on Kimberly’s arm to stop her.

Kimberly, frustration bubbling over, stomped her foot in anger. “Sister-in-law, why are you being so accommodating to her?”

Arabella took a deep breath, striving to keep her tone even as she replied, “Kim, please don’t scold her anymore. Your grandfather sent her abroad for six years because of your brother, and she faced the hardship of bringing your brother a son. She’s endured a lot too.”

Kimberly stared at Arabella, disbelief etched across her face. “Sister-in-law, are you feeling alright?”

Arabella offered a reassuring pat on Kimberly’s shoulder. “I’m perfectly fine, really. In fact, I’m doing much better than before.”

Rubbing his hands together with a mischievous grin, he called out, “Troll, come here and let me touch you!”

The troll, who had been quietly sipping his drink next to Arabella, was startled by Samuel’s antics and jumped onto the sofa. “Samuel, keep your distance!” he shouted, eyes wide with alarm.

Sensing the impending chaos, Arabella quickly repositioned herself, anticipating the mayhem to ensue.

In the blink of an eye, Samuel lunged at the troll. Laughter erupted as the room filled with shouts, and before anyone could fully grasp the situation, the troll’s face turned crimson with fury while Samuel triumphantly brandished a man’s leather belt.

The private dining room erupted in laughter and cheers, the atmosphere electric with amusement. Arabella, unfazed by the antics, helped the troll reclaim his belt. Having grown up playing with Samuel, she was no stranger to this type of chaos.

As the troll grumbled while fastening his belt, he muttered, “If I win later, I’m definitely pulling this idiot’s pants off.”

Arabella couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. The competitive spirit of men was indeed a force to be reckoned with.

With Samuel setting the tone, the game ignited the evening, and everyone was swept up in the revelry, laughter echoing through the private dining room as the night unfolded.