Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 193

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 193**

Georgina, with her usual air of defiance, shifted all the blame onto Arabella, as if she were the sole architect of their current predicament. It was more than just a refusal of Jayceon’s bank card; it was a definitive act that drew an unmistakable line between them, a boundary that felt insurmountable.

In the aftermath of this series of calculated moves, Jayceon found himself at a loss for words, his mind swirling in confusion and frustration. He glanced toward the hospital room, where the single mother and her child lay, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. Finally, breaking the silence, he mustered the words, “The kid’s asleep. You should get some rest, too,” his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a mix of concern and resignation.

Returning home that evening, Jayceon’s heart felt like a lead weight in his chest. Memories of Georgina flooded his mind; she had always been so gentle and insecure, never one to take bold actions. But Arabella? She was a tempest, a whirlwind of schemes and dramatic flair. There was a cunning in her that made her capable of anything, and that realization gnawed at him.

As the night deepened, Arabella nestled beneath her covers, her mind racing as she scrutinized the files she had covertly copied from Jayceon’s computer. Each document held potential secrets, and she felt a thrill of power coursing through her. Suddenly, she heard the door creak open, and in a flash, she shut off her phone, feigning sleep.

Jayceon entered the room, the door clicking softly behind him. His eyes fell upon Arabella, who lay curled up, seemingly at peace. Yet, beneath her tranquil exterior, she was alert, acutely aware of his presence. He stood at the side of the bed, a silent sentinel, his face a mask of complexity, emotions swirling just beneath the surface.

Arabella kept her eyes closed, waiting for the sound of running water from the bathroom before she dared to open them. The marital agreement that once bound them was now rendered null and void, and all the ‘evidence’ Jayceon had used to intimidate her was gone. She had even enlisted Blaire to infiltrate Jayceon’s computer, ensuring it was thoroughly cleansed of any incriminating material.

Despite Jayceon’s promise to refrain from threats, a shadow of unease lingered in her heart. She knew him well; he wasn’t the type to soften easily. His mood had shifted dramatically in recent weeks. Once the epitome of reason and calm, he was now increasingly unpredictable and impulsive. Arabella understood that provoking him would serve no purpose; caution was her best ally.

The following morning dawned, and Arabella rose with the sun, going through her routine with precision. She washed her face, dressed meticulously, and steeled herself for the day ahead. Just as she was about to step out, Jayceon approached her, a small gift in hand. Arabella instinctively lowered her gaze, pretending to be engrossed in her purse.

“It’s a promotion gift for you,” Jayceon said, extending the package toward her, his tone hopeful.

She placed her purse down, forcing a smile. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice light but her heart heavy.

Georgina’s expression flickered with uncertainty, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. Then, with a determined shove, she pressed the deed into Arabella’s hand. “It’s not convenient for me to move around with my child. I’ll stay in that house for now, and I’ll make sure to transfer the rent to you every month,” she insisted, her voice firm.

Reluctantly, Arabella accepted the deed, but not without a lingering sense of unease. “Georgina, you can accept Jayceon buying you a house, but you can’t accept me giving you one. In the end, you just don’t trust me enough,” she challenged, her eyes searching for understanding.

Georgina’s response was resolute, her tone unwavering. “Mrs. Melendez, I’m not like you. You and Jay have no feelings for each other, so you can only choose what benefits you. But Jay and I are truly in love. We have a child together, and our relationship can’t be measured by money.”

Despite her words, Arabella sensed the underlying tension in Georgina’s voice, a conflict between her true feelings and the facade she was trying to maintain. “I know that my child and I coming back has hurt you, but you can’t force feelings. In any case, you and Jay are still married right now, so your assets are marital property. From now on, I won’t spend another penny of your money!”

As Georgina stood there, Arabella felt a tumult of emotions swirling within her. The woman before her, though seemingly confident, was clearly struggling with her own insecurities. In the game of scheming, Arabella realized, Georgina was not as skilled as she thought.