Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 107

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

**Chapter 106**

A wave of guilt washed over Georgina, prompting her to raise her voice, her tone laced with desperation. “He’s your family, Jay! Your most cherished grandfather! How could you possibly expect me to bring this up?”

Jayceon remained silent, his gaze fixed on Georgina, his thin lips pressed together in a tight line. The weight of his silence hung heavily in the air, and Georgina felt a surge of panic rise within her.

“Jay,” she stammered, her voice trembling with emotion, “you know how much I cherish our relationship—more than my own life, even. How could I ever tarnish that with something as trivial as money?” She averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes, as memories flooded her mind. “You have no idea what I went through after your grandfather forced me to leave the country. I was ambushed by a group of strangers, as if they had been waiting for me. They knew I had money; they found the check right there and vanished just like that.”

Her words spilled out in a rush, a torrent of emotion pouring forth. “If I truly had ten million dollars, why would I find myself in a situation where I couldn’t even afford medical treatment? Why would I be here, asking for your help?”

Tears streamed down Georgina’s cheeks, each drop a testament to her heartache. “Jay, I’m not a schemer. I’m just a straightforward person. I was so young back then, terrified and lost. It never even crossed my mind to keep any proof of what happened. I was foolish and naive, and maybe I deserve what happened to me.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jayceon broke his silence. “Stop crying. I’ll have the driver take you home.”

With that, he swung open the car door and stepped out into the night. Georgina’s heart sank as she watched him turn away. Just as she was about to follow him, to plead for understanding, he shut the door with a finality that echoed in her chest.

Gripping the door handle tightly, she hesitated, torn between her desire to explain further and the reality of the situation. After the scene that the old woman, Tabitha, had just orchestrated, it was only natural for Jayceon to grow suspicious.

She knew all too well how powerful and resourceful he was. For months, she had prepared herself for this moment, anticipating his every reaction. The more he suspected her, the more he would dig into her past. And the more guilt he felt, the more he would blame himself, the more his heart would ache for her plight.

As she stood there, watching the sleek black luxury car glide away, Jayceon pulled out his phone, his expression hardening. “Steve, I need you to dig deep into Georgina’s life abroad for the last six years. I want every single detail.”

Later that evening, Jayceon received a call from his grandfather, summoning him back to the family estate.

Upon his arrival, he found Kimberly still sulking, her demeanor icy. “Brother, I thought you’d completely abandoned your family for that woman. What brings you back here?”

Jayceon’s expression darkened, irritation flaring within him. “Kim, the older you get, the more out of line you become. Do you really think it’s appropriate to speak to me like that?”

Kimberly flinched, retreating behind Oliver for protection.

He added, “A kind heart can’t command soldiers, a righteous man can’t run a business, an emotional person can’t build an empire, and a good man can’t hold office. If you wish to achieve greatness, you must not let your feelings cloud your judgment.”

Tabitha surveyed the three cold, unyielding men before her, feeling small and powerless. She dared not speak back to Sir, knowing all too well the consequences of defiance.

History has shown that great men are rarely good men. Those who rise to power are often underestimated, and beneath the polished exterior of the elite socialite circle lies the harsh reality of survival of the fittest.

They may speak of honor and respect while engaging in actions that would chill the blood of the uninitiated. In this world, feelings are a luxury, and morality is easily cast aside when interests collide.

The people within this circle present themselves as gentle and refined, yet when faced with conflict, they reveal their true nature, ready to strike without mercy.

Tabitha recognized that her son had been molded by this ruthless environment since childhood.

Without uttering a word, she took her daughter’s hand and silently exited the living room, leaving behind the coldness that enveloped them.