Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 213

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 213**

A woman ensnared in the throes of a troubled marriage will grasp at even the faintest glimmer of hope for redemption. Arabella, with all her complexities, was no exception. If she truly desired a divorce, she would not squander this opportunity to treat Georgina, nor would she so readily agree. She was acutely aware of her son’s singular focus, a trait that had defined him since childhood. For Georgina’s welfare, he would undoubtedly devise a means to persuade Arabella to permit the treatment.

In doing so, Arabella could flip the script entirely, wielding the treatment as a bargaining chip to coerce my son into a divorce. At that juncture, he would find himself cornered with no viable escape. He would face a heart-wrenching choice: either cling to his marriage and forsake Georgina completely or sacrifice his union with Arabella to secure the treatment for Georgina.

Regardless of the path he selected, this complicated love triangle was destined to reach a conclusion. This was the only measure of support she, as a mother, could extend to her son and to the girl she had seen blossom over the years.

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As the final hours of his workday dwindled, Jayceon received a call from Tabitha, her voice bright with an invitation for dinner that evening. With a mix of eagerness and apprehension, he reached out to Arabella immediately. But his heart sank as she rejected his call, responding with a terse text that she was dining at Vance Manor and that he shouldn’t wait up for her.

A knot tightened in Jayceon’s chest, and he found himself staring at his phone, a storm of emotions swirling within him. His expression darkened, reflecting a turmoil he couldn’t articulate. Steve, his loyal assistant, noticed the shift in his boss’s demeanor and, sensing the heavy atmosphere, hastily concocted an excuse to exit the office.

After work, Jayceon returned home, only to find that Arabella had yet to arrive. As the clock struck seven, he made his way to the restaurant Tabitha had chosen, arriving punctually yet brimming with unease.

The moment he pushed open the restaurant door, his heart sank. There, at a table, sat Georgina with her son. The sight froze him in his tracks, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. Tabitha, ever the assertive one, gestured to the seat beside Georgina. “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and sit down,” she urged, her tone leaving no room for dissent.

Jayceon remained rooted to the spot, his brow furrowed in confusion and frustration. “Mom, what exactly are you trying to do?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

Georgina, sensing the tension, stood up, her nerves palpable. “Jay, please don’t be angry. Mrs. Melendez just missed her grandson and asked me to bring him over for her to see,” she explained, her voice trembling slightly.

Jayceon’s scrutinizing gaze assessed Georgina’s demeanor, and in a moment of exasperation, he turned on his heel, intent on leaving.

But Tabitha’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “You stop right there!” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

Tabitha, undeterred, responded, “You’ve already done shameful things, so what’s wrong with me saying shameful words? Your daughter and son are right in front of you. Have you ever thought about them?”

Jayceon’s brows knitted tighter, his jaw clenched in frustration.

Georgina, feeling the weight of the moment, lowered her gaze, her emotions swirling just beneath the surface. From the tone of Tabitha, it was clear she was inclined to recognize Leandro as her grandson. The age-old adage about the bond between grandparents and grandchildren echoed in her mind.

In the eyes of the esteemed Melendez family, her son was undoubtedly Jayceon’s flesh and blood. How could the most prominent family in Zelmere, the Melendez clan, possibly allow their only ‘great-grandson’ to remain unacknowledged, relegated to the shadows of their lineage?

A flicker of excitement surged through Georgina, and she instinctively moved to assist the waiter as he brought out the food. In her eagerness, the plate tilted slightly, causing some of the food to spill. Leandro, quick to react, reached out and picked up a piece, popping it into his mouth with innocent delight.

Watching this exchange, Jayceon couldn’t help but frown, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Tabitha’s disgust was palpable, her expression a mixture of disbelief and disdain. The tension in the air was thick, a storm brewing that threatened to explode at any moment.