Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 104

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

**Chapter 104**

Blaire’s brownish-gray eyes locked onto Arabella with an intensity that was hard to ignore. “I’ll get the treatment,” he declared, his voice firm yet laced with an undercurrent of challenge.

Blaire continued, “If you can cure me, I’ll gladly become your spokesperson. But if you can’t, and my condition worsens,” he paused, a sly chuckle escaping his lips, “I’ll ensure your husband pays dearly for it.” The thought of revenge danced in his mind, a flicker of satisfaction igniting within him.

Arabella, sensing the weight of his words, replied cautiously, “I can treat you, but you must promise to cooperate fully.” Her heart raced at the prospect of helping someone so influential, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that accompanied such a high-stakes situation.

Despite her reservations, Arabella was intrigued by the sudden willingness of this young master to undergo treatment, especially after discovering she was ‘Mrs. Melendez.’ This was her chance to carve out a name for herself in a competitive field, and she wasn’t about to let it slip away.

Blaire nodded, a look of determination crossing his face. “One hundred percent,” he affirmed, his resolve unshakeable.

Without wasting any time, Arabella instructed him to undergo a comprehensive physical examination right then and there. The urgency of the situation propelled her forward, and she felt a surge of adrenaline.

As Blaire exited the consultation room, Zachary leaned in closer, his voice low but urgent. “The Rockwells are not just any family; they are an old European financial dynasty. Blaire is their youngest grandson. His struggle with insomnia has persisted for three long years, and they’ve consulted every renowned doctor across the globe.”

Zachary’s eyes sparkled with ambition as he continued, “If you manage to cure him, you’ll gain instant recognition and secure your position in the international arena of sleep disorders.” The weight of expectation hung in the air, and Arabella felt the pressure mounting.

Facing this formidable challenge, Arabella straightened her back, her determination solidifying. “Don’t worry, Zachary. I’ll give it my all,” she promised, her voice steady and filled with conviction.

As they stepped out of the consultation room, they passed by a hospital room where the flickering screen of a television caught Arabella’s attention. The financial news segment featured an exclusive interview with Jayceon, his polished demeanor radiating confidence.

A sardonic smile crept onto Arabella’s lips as she watched the charismatic man on the screen. Who would have imagined that such a remarkable figure was not only financially supporting the one who slipped through his fingers but also his illegitimate child? The very thought of his cold, calculating nature towards his own wife, devoid of any remorse, stirred a mix of emotions within her.

With a calm exterior, Arabella turned her gaze away, leaving the room without a hint of the turmoil brewing inside her.

Just as Jayceon concluded his interview, his phone buzzed with a call from Georgina.

At ten o’clock that morning, they convened at a quaint coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping them. Jayceon surveyed the surroundings, his brow furrowing slightly. “Didn’t you mention Leandro was crying and begging to see me? Where is he?” he inquired, his tone a blend of concern and irritation.

Georgina’s head dropped, guilt washing over her features. “I’m truly sorry, Jay. I miscalculated the day. Leandro has his calligraphy class today, and I just dropped him off.”

She continued, “I’ve already signed with a social media influencer agency, and I’ll be starting work in a couple of days. From now on, I’ll take care of Leandro and strive to live a fulfilling life. I’ll support myself and do my utmost not to cause you any trouble.”

Jayceon’s gaze lingered on Georgina, a mixture of admiration and concern swirling within him. He didn’t retract the card, nor did he voice his thoughts, allowing the silence to stretch between them.

Georgina spoke again, her voice tinged with urgency. “You’ve done so much for my son and me recently. I can’t just stand by and watch you and your wife go through a divorce. If that happens, wouldn’t I be the villain in this story?”

Slowly, Jayceon’s rigid expression softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them.

He felt an inexplicable sense of relief wash over him. “Georgina, this isn’t your fault. Please don’t carry that guilt,” he reassured her, his tone gentle.

As her eyes glistened with unshed tears, Georgina shook her head, her voice trembling with sincerity. “Jay, how can I not feel guilty? The issues between you and your wife stem from my presence. I want to help, but I’m at a loss for how to do so.”

Jayceon’s expression was a complex tapestry of emotions, difficult to decipher. “You don’t need to do anything for now. I’ll take care of the matters between my wife and me,” he replied, his voice firm yet softened by empathy.

Georgina nodded, her demeanor submissive yet resilient.