Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 82

**Chapter 82**

Jayceon’s body stiffened, a palpable tension radiating from him as he snapped, “I’ll handle my own affairs. Stay out of it!” His words hung in the air like a thunderclap before he turned on his heel, striding away with a storm brewing inside him.

Sir’s piercing gaze shimmered with a dangerous glint. “A bad wife can ruin three generations,” he declared, his voice low and menacing. “Georgina lacks any redeeming qualities and is utterly unsuitable. Even if Jay divorces that Arabella girl, we must ensure that mother and son never enter the Melendez family!”

Conrad nodded in agreement, his expression serious. “Dad’s right,” he affirmed, his tone reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Tabitha, who had been listening intently, stood up with newfound determination. “Dad, I know exactly what to do,” she asserted, her voice steady and resolute.

As lunchtime approached, Tabitha found herself standing at the door of Georgina’s modest apartment, her heart racing with anticipation. She knocked firmly, each tap echoing her resolve.

When Georgina caught sight of the imposing bodyguards flanking Tabitha, a flicker of anxiety crossed her face. She stepped aside, her voice wavering slightly, “Auntie, what brings you here?”

“Please, call me Mrs. Melendez,” Tabitha corrected, her tone crisp and authoritative.

Georgina’s head dropped, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. Memories rushed back of when she had referred to Arabella as ‘Dr. Palmer,’ only to be met with the same haughty correction.

Tabitha strode confidently around the living room, her high heels clicking against the floor, a predator surveying her territory. “Ms. Carrillo, I demand a straightforward answer. What in this apartment was purchased with your own money?”

Georgina’s mind raced back to their first encounter, when Tabitha had nearly ensnared her in a trap. She hesitated, measuring her words carefully. “Auntie, is there something specific you wanted to discuss today?”

Tabitha, standing poised in the center of the room, replied coolly, “Nothing of great significance. I merely stopped by to assist my daughter-in-law in gathering some of her belongings.”

The forced smile on Georgina’s face began to fade, replaced by a growing unease.

As the bedroom door creaked open, Georgina instinctively pushed her son forward. “Leandro, hurry and greet Grandma,” she urged, her voice tinged with urgency.

“Grandma,” Leandro chirped, his innocent tone contrasting sharply with the tension in the room.

Tabitha’s eyes narrowed in disdain. “Ms. Carrillo, I’ve made it abundantly clear before: the Melendez family does not recognize this child!”

Georgina instinctively shielded Leandro, her voice soft yet laced with defiance. “Mrs. Melendez, whether you acknowledge him or not, Leandro is your grandson. I will raise him well, and one day, he will take good care of you.”

Fear seeped into Georgina’s bones as she averted her gaze, slowly lowering her hand that had been reaching for her phone. The uncertainty of Jayceon’s feelings weighed heavily on her; he was hesitant to sever ties with Arabella, and she couldn’t afford to provoke Tabitha at this critical juncture.

Suppressing the turmoil within her, Georgina took Leandro back to the bedroom, her heart racing as she began to pack their bags.

Thirty minutes later, Georgina emerged, pulling a suitcase behind her, only to be halted by the imposing bodyguards. One of them opened the suitcase for inspection, while another approached her directly. “Ms. Carrillo, please leave the designer bag on your shoulder behind,” he instructed firmly.

Humiliated, Georgina glanced at Tabitha, who watched with an air of superiority, and reluctantly set the bag down.

One of the bodyguards retrieved a trash bag, unceremoniously emptying the contents of her purse into it before handing it back to Georgina.

Biting her lower lip to suppress her shame, Georgina accepted the trash bag, wishing for nothing more than to disappear into the ground.

After inspecting the suitcase, the bodyguard returned it to her. With her eyes glistening with unshed tears, Georgina looked at Tabitha and asked, “Mrs. Melendez, can we go now?”

Tabitha set down the small potted succulent she had been holding and slowly approached Georgina. Her gaze fell on the black trash bag in Georgina’s hand, and her words cut like a knife. “Smart individuals understand that changing your circle means changing your life. But remember, only a fine bird can soar alongside a mythical bird of fortune, and only a fierce beast can walk alongside tigers and wolves.”