Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 192

**Title: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 192**

As Georgina caught sight of Jayceon entering the room, a wave of relief washed over her. “Thank God you came tonight,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with genuine gratitude. “Honestly, I don’t know how I would have managed without you here.”

Yet, beneath her words, an unsettling sensation crept over her. It was as if her skin was crawling under the weight of Jayceon’s intense gaze, which seemed to dissect her very soul.

She quickly gestured for him to leave. “Really, I can handle things from here. Your wife is waiting for you at home, and you should go back and get some rest,” she urged, her tone both insistent and pleading.

Jayceon lingered at the foot of the hospital bed, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his tailored suit pants, a picture of contemplation and authority.

“Tell me, Georgina,” he inquired, his voice steady but edged with an undercurrent of tension, “was it your idea to have my wife become the child’s godmother and to move in upstairs?”

The question hit her like a bolt from the blue, freezing the expression on Georgina’s face. But she had steeled herself for this moment. Meeting his scrutinizing gaze, she took a deep breath, regaining her composure.

“Jay,” she replied, her voice even, “have I done something wrong again?”

A chill emanated from Jayceon, palpable and unnerving.

“My wife already has her misconceptions about our situation,” he said, his voice low and serious. “What exactly are you trying to achieve by using the child to get closer to her?”

Panic surged within Georgina, her eyes darting around the room as her voice rose, betraying her anxiety. “Jay, you’ve misunderstood everything!”

His eyes, filled with questions, bore into her.

With a sense of urgency, Georgina pressed on, “It was your wife who insisted I let her acknowledge Leandro! She threatened me, saying that if I didn’t comply, she would have your grandfather kick me and my son out of Zelmere!”

Her gaze was unwavering, fueled by an overwhelming sense of injustice.

Jayceon faltered for a moment, then reached into his pocket and produced a bank card, extending it toward her.

“Georgina,” he said, his voice grave, “I’m offering you one last chance. Take this money, take Leandro, and start anew in another city.”

The words struck her like a thunderclap. “I’m not leaving!” she declared, her voice firm, filled with defiance.

“That apartment upstairs? Your wife gave it to Leandro as a welcome gift. She was the one who approached me about making him her godson. I refused her offer, but she threatened me. What was I supposed to do?”

Seeing Jayceon’s silence, Georgina paused, gathering her thoughts.

She continued, “Right now, the Melendez family elders and your wife are convinced that Leandro is your child. If she truly makes him her godson, we’ll have a solid explanation for the public in the future, should anyone ask.”

Georgina had a way with words, weaving her narrative skillfully.

Before Jayceon could interject, she pressed on, “But if this bothers you, I can return the deed to your wife tomorrow. I’ll simply treat the upstairs apartment as a rental,” she asserted. “Jay, no matter how dire my circumstances, I still have my pride. You don’t need to keep testing me. If I had any real feelings for you, I wouldn’t have waited six long years to return.”

Her tone was resolute, and slowly, the coldness in Jayceon’s eyes began to thaw.

As he softened, Georgina seized the moment. “Jay, I’m just now realizing how wonderful your wife truly is. We connect so well, and I genuinely value my friendship with her. I would much rather have a good friend like her than live a life where I can’t hold my head high, relying on your money!”

“Because of you, your grandfather shattered my happiness. You risked your marriage to protect me and claimed Leandro as your own. We’re even now. From this point forward, even if I face the greatest challenges, I’d choose to seek help from your wife rather than coming to you again. Please, just leave!”