Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 72

**Title: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 72**

Georgina stood in disbelief, the divorce papers laid out like a stark reminder of the unraveling of their lives. Even with the evidence of their fractured relationship so blatantly displayed before him, Jayceon was adamant about pushing her away.

Clenching her fists tightly at her sides, she felt a surge of emotions bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to spill over. She took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. “Jay, why can’t you just admit it? You still have feelings for me,” she implored, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and hope.

Jayceon leaned forward, elbows resting heavily on his knees, his face shadowed by the smoke curling from his cigarette. He took a long drag, the ember glowing fiercely before he exhaled slowly, the smoke swirling around him like a fog of indecision. “Georgina,” he replied, his voice devoid of warmth, “what we had ended six years ago. You need to accept that.”

The faint haze of smoke blurred his vision as he stared intently at the divorce documents and the bank card lying on the coffee table, symbols of the life they had once shared. Each word seemed to echo in the silence that enveloped them, deepening the chasm between them.

Georgina stood defiantly before him, her eyes shimmering with resentment and a hint of sorrow. “Jay, I know your grandfather and your parents look down on me. They’re putting pressure on you, and you can’t just divorce your wife and jump back into my arms without a second thought,” she said, her tone softening slightly. “I understand the weight of your family’s expectations. If this is how our lives must be from now on, I’ll accept that. But please, don’t say such heartless things to me. It truly hurts to hear them.”

With a flick of his wrist, Jayceon extinguished his cigarette, the ashes scattering like the remnants of their relationship. He rose to his feet, a sense of determination radiating from him. “Georgina, when I, Jayceon, decide on something, no one can stand in my way. I’m not getting a divorce because I simply don’t want to,” he stated, his voice firm and unyielding.

“My wife has been coddled since childhood; she can’t handle being wronged. Whether she chooses to flee or demands a divorce, that’s a matter between us as a married couple,” he continued, his eyes hardening. “And I don’t need your understanding. The best thing you can do for me right now is to take Leandro and leave this place immediately.”

Georgina felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her, momentarily paralyzing her. She had fought tooth and nail to settle into this space; there was no way she would allow herself to be cast out so easily.

Before she could formulate a response, tears of frustration began to spill down her cheeks. “Jay, we didn’t just move in here on a whim. Your wife offered this place to us. If you throw us out now and word gets around, how can I ever show my face in public again?” she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion.

A flicker of weariness crossed Jayceon’s face as he regarded her. “Georgina, this is my wife’s and my marital home. Do you honestly think it’s appropriate for you to be living here?” he questioned, his tone edged with frustration.

Georgina stood her ground, unwavering. “Jay, you’ve been dishonest with your wife for far too long. You can go a month without stepping foot in your own home or even bothering to call or text her. You see nothing wrong with that, but I’m being unreasonable for moving in according to your wife’s arrangement?”

Jayceon lowered his gaze, masking the tumult of emotions swirling within him. He couldn’t deny the truth in her words; he had indeed erred in this situation.

As she spoke, she leaned in, her body brushing against his, her heart racing as she stood on her toes, ready to offer him a kiss.

But Jayceon remained unmoving, as if caught in a moment of indecision. Just as Georgina’s lips were about to meet his, he instinctively pushed her away, his heart racing with a mix of regret and resolve.

“The driver is here. You need to pack your things and take Leandro home,” he said, turning away, his voice laced with finality.

Neither his mind nor his heart could accept Georgina’s presence in his life any longer. This time, he felt an even stronger conviction. All that lingered within him was guilt and a sense of responsibility towards her, devoid of any remnants of love.

Georgina staggered back, nearly losing her balance as her heart shattered at his rejection. “Jay, I’ve loved you for so many years. I’ve sacrificed so much for you. How could you do this to me?” she questioned, her voice filled with disbelief and pain.

Jayceon turned to face her, his eyes as cold and clear as ice, devoid of the warmth they once shared.