Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 119

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

**Chapter 119**

Jayceon’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and irritation. “Where did you hear that?” he demanded, his tone sharp as a blade.

Georgina’s voice trembled with a hint of grievance, the weight of her words heavy in the air. “Jay, the whispers about you and your wife have been floating around our circle for quite some time now. It’s hardly a secret.”

The silence that followed felt like an eternity, stretching uncomfortably between them. Jayceon remained silent, his expression unreadable, and Georgina’s worry deepened, gnawing at her insides. “Jay, I’ve spoken to a few people. Your wife’s situation qualifies her for bail,” she pressed, urgency lacing her words.

Jayceon’s response was measured, but firm. “Georgina, I will manage my wife’s affairs appropriately. This is not something you should be fretting over.”

Emotion swelled within Georgina, her voice rising slightly as she spoke. “Jay, your wife is not just beautiful; she has a kind heart. She welcomed my son and me into Zelmere, trying to help us carve out a life here, and I’ve always been grateful for her kindness. I can’t shake the guilt that my son and I inadvertently sowed discord between you two. Now that this has happened to her, how can I not be concerned?”

Jayceon’s eyes softened momentarily, but he quickly masked it with resolve. “You needn’t worry too much. Everything will unfold as it should within the legal framework.”

As the driver opened the car door for Georgina, she stepped out, her heart racing. Watching Jayceon’s car fade into the distance, a sly smile crept onto her lips.

That woman, Arabella, had been locked away for a day and a night, and here was Jayceon, seemingly unfazed. It appeared he held little affection for her. A wicked thought flitted through Georgina’s mind—she needed to find time to light a candle in church, hoping fervently that Arabella would be sentenced to eight or even ten years.

Wouldn’t it be splendid if they remained behind bars for life, never to see the light of day again?

The clock struck ten in the morning as Jayceon sat in his CEO office, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Steve knocked softly before entering, his expression serious. “Mr. Melendez, the Palmer family has already met with your wife. They’ve secured a lawyer and are requesting a meeting with me.”

Jayceon kept his gaze fixed on the documents sprawled out before him, his pen gliding across the pages with precision, refusing to look up.

Steve hesitated, sensing the weight of the moment. “Mr. Melendez, would you like me to handle the meeting with them?”

Jayceon’s voice was clipped. “Don’t.”

Lunchtime arrived, and with it, another knock on the lounge door. “Mr. Melendez, there’s been an incident involving the Palmer family.”

Jayceon emerged from the lounge, his expression shifting to one of concern.

Steve stepped forward, urgency in his tone. “Emmett somehow learned that your wife was jailed. He skipped school, ran out in a panic, and got hit by a car. He’s currently in the hospital. When Kayla heard the news, she was so overwhelmed that she fainted at home. She’s also been taken to the hospital.”

As Jayceon entered, Emmett instinctively clenched his fists, rising from his seat, but his father’s sharp command halted him in his tracks.

Noticing that Emmett appeared mostly unscathed, Jayceon walked straight to Kayla’s side, his demeanor softening. He leaned down, his voice gentle. “Mom, are you feeling any better?”

As expected from the heir of the Melendez family, he had mastered the art of maintaining appearances, even in the face of turmoil.

Kayla glanced at him, her expression unreadable, before turning her head away, a silent rejection of his concern.

Jayceon straightened up slowly, his heart sinking. “Dad, Mom, my attorney mentioned you wanted to discuss something with me?”

He feigned ignorance, well aware of the simmering tension. Although the Palmer family was furious, they were holding back for Arabella’s sake.

Roderick exchanged a glance with his wife, then lowered his gaze, the weight of the world resting heavily on his shoulders. “Jay, we’ve hired Attorney Patterson to seek bail for Arabella, but we’re still in need of a guarantor.”

Jayceon maintained his calm facade, but his mind raced. “Dad, I can help you find a guarantor, but I have one condition.”

Roderick and Kayla shared a concerned look, the silence in the room thickening as they awaited Jayceon’s next words.