Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 162

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 162**

The Palmer family—what a cluster of parasites they were, utterly reliant on Jayceon for their existence. It gnawed at Georgina, this bitter realization that they thrived off his success while she struggled to carve out her own identity.

What made her so inferior to that woman? Why did Arabella get to stand beside Jayceon, radiating confidence and entitlement, while she felt like a shadow lurking in the background?

With a heart full of resentment, Georgina slipped behind a grand pillar at the entrance of the gala, her pulse quickening as she pulled out her phone to dial Olivia. The crowd around her began to shift, Samuel being beckoned away, and in that moment, Jayceon drew Arabella aside.

His gaze bore into Arabella, a storm brewing behind his deep-set eyes. “What were you trying to do just now?” he demanded, his tone laced with a mixture of confusion and anger.

Arabella met his intensity with a candid smile, “I thought you two were about to have the reunion of the century, so I thought I’d give you a little nudge. I didn’t foresee your beloved woman getting cold feet.”

Jayceon’s expression darkened, a tempest of emotions swirling within him. “You’re certainly handling this well,” he retorted, the edge in his voice unmistakable.

Her calm demeanor was disarming. “After spending so much time with Mr. Melendez, one learns to broaden their perspective,” she replied, her voice steady as they locked eyes in a moment of heavy silence.

Jayceon tightened his grip on Arabella’s hands, his chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. In that moment, he mistook her motivations, convinced she was engulfed in jealousy. Little did he know, her thoughts were swirling around how best to facilitate his connection with Georgina.

From her vantage point, Arabella caught sight of the elderly Mrs. Walton emerging from a throng of admirers. With a composed smile, she gently withdrew her hand from Jayceon’s grasp. “You handle your affairs; I’ll go greet Mrs. Walton,” she said, her voice smooth.

Jayceon’s eyes followed Arabella’s graceful figure as she made her way toward a cluster of affluent ladies. A tightness settled in his chest, a mix of admiration and something darker. He reached out, catching her wrist to adjust her shawl. “I’m going to see Mr. Walton. Don’t stray too far when you come out,” he instructed, his tone softening just enough to reveal a flicker of concern.

Arabella nodded, turning to leave, her mind racing. Jayceon was a riddle wrapped in contradictions. One moment, he was glaring at her with a ferocity that made her want to shrink away; the next, he was tenderly adjusting her shawl, as if she were something precious he was afraid to lose.

After what felt like an eternity, Arabella emerged from the lounge where Mrs. Walton had been resting. Scanning the bustling banquet hall, her heart sank as she realized Jayceon was nowhere in sight.

She glanced at her watch—ten-thirty had come and gone. After exchanging polite farewells with the host, she prepared to leave, a sense of dread settling over her. Georgina had been publicly humiliated by Samuel tonight, the laughter of the crowd echoing in her ears. Jayceon must be devastated.

He would be preoccupied with comforting Georgina, leaving no room for her in his thoughts.

“You’re Mr. Melendez’s wife?” Olivia’s voice cut through her reverie as she blocked Arabella’s path at the entrance.

Arabella paused, nodding slowly, a hint of wariness creeping in.

Olivia’s gaze scrutinized her, the envy bubbling just beneath the surface. “Don’t think for a second that a pretty face can compete with Georgina. Mr. Melendez’s heart belongs to her,” she spat, venom lacing her words.

Inside Jayceon and Arabella’s suite, Georgina emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and clad in a new outfit.

Cautiously, she approached Jayceon, who stood by the French windows, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. “Jay, I’ve changed. Thank you for helping me tonight,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to her, his gaze an unreadable mix of emotions as he appraised her appearance. “The driver is downstairs. You should head back first,” he instructed, his voice devoid of warmth.

As an afterthought, he added, “And remember, don’t use the main entrance.”

Georgina nodded, though her feet remained rooted to the spot.

It was clear—Jayceon wouldn’t even allow her to use the main entrance to avoid a run-in with Arabella.

Observing the storm brewing in his eyes, she seized the moment to apologize, hoping to mend the rift. “Jay, I didn’t mean for tonight to create misunderstandings about our relationship. It was careless of me,” she admitted, her voice tinged with sincerity.

Jayceon extinguished his cigarette, the ember glowing out in the silence. “I know you didn’t intend for this to happen. I’m not angry with you,” he replied, his tone softening, though the tension in the air lingered like a heavy fog.