Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 139

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 139**

Georgina stood before Jayceon, her heart racing and her mind clouded with panic. Every part of her body felt tense, as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice, ready to tumble into an abyss of misunderstanding.

“Jay, you’ve completely misunderstood my intentions,” she stammered, forcing the words out despite the knot in her throat. “We just happened to cross paths in the hallway. I merely greeted her out of courtesy. But her brother… he was downright aggressive. He didn’t just shove Leandro; he physically lifted him and threatened to crush him. It was like facing a beast, Jayceon. I was terrified.”

A flicker of irritation flashed in Jayceon’s eyes, a storm brewing beneath the surface. “Georgina, Emmett is my brother-in-law. You need to be careful with your words.”

The sudden shift in Jayceon’s demeanor took Georgina completely off guard. Just a short while ago, he would have stood up to the Palmer family for her without a second thought. Why, then, was he now defending them?

Georgina forced a smile, though it felt like a mask, concealing her true feelings. “I’m sorry, Jay. Just look at me—I can hardly articulate my thoughts. I was only trying to convey what happened.”

In that moment, she humbled herself, lowering her gaze as if to shield herself from the weight of his scrutiny. Jayceon seemed to relent, choosing not to press her further. “Since Leandro isn’t here, I guess I should head back,” he said, his voice softer now, but still carrying an edge.

Georgina didn’t just refrain from asking him to stay; she practically urged him to leave, her voice laced with urgency. “I’m really sorry, Jay. If I had known Leandro took my phone to reach you, I would have stopped him in a heartbeat.”

She walked him to the door, her heart heavy with unspoken words. “Jay, your wife is back now. You two just reconciled. Even if Leandro tries to call you again, please don’t come over. Unless it’s an absolute emergency, I promise not to disturb you again.”

Jayceon grunted in acknowledgment, stepping into the elevator with a heavy heart.

Since Arabella had left the country, demanding a divorce, Georgina had felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. She had relocated to the south side of the city, renting a modest place to carve out a new life for herself and Leandro. As a single mother, she was engulfed in the whirlwind of work and daily responsibilities. She had turned down his financial assistance, determined to avoid becoming a burden. The only time she reached out was when she needed him to pick up Leandro from school.

She was doing her utmost to remain inconspicuous, to not disrupt the fragile peace of his marriage with Arabella. All he needed was a little more time—time for Arabella to gradually accept the reality of Georgina and Leandro, and then, perhaps, all their problems would fade away.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Jayceon arrived at the hospital to pick up Arabella for their planned shopping trip.

In the women’s section, Arabella was carefully selecting a padded jacket for her mother, while Jayceon pushed a cart beside her, occasionally offering suggestions that seemed to flow effortlessly from his lips. The couple, radiating an aura of perfection, drew envious glances from passersby, their chemistry palpable.

When Arabella picked up a beautiful scarf, she turned to ask for Jayceon’s opinion, only to find him a few steps away, engrossed in a phone conversation.

Arabella glanced at him, a mix of gratitude and resignation in her eyes. “Whatever you say, Jay. Red it is.”

They spent over an hour shopping, finally returning home just after seven o’clock. The moment they set their bags down, Jayceon received a call from Steve.

After hanging up, he opened the screenshot that Steve had sent him, his heart sinking as he glanced at Arabella. “Did you leak these two photos to the press?”

If it had been just the one photo from the mall, there might have been room for doubt. But the other photo, the one captured when he picked Leandro up from kindergarten, was unmistakable. He recalled that day vividly—Arabella had just returned to the country, and she had snapped the picture from a distance, a clear testament to her intent.

Arabella didn’t deny it; instead, she shrugged, her expression nonchalant. “Maybe I tapped it by accident. I didn’t mean to.”

Their eyes locked, and Jayceon’s suspicions deepened; he was certain this was no accident.

His expression darkened, each word dripping with intensity. “Arabella, what are you trying to do?”