Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 214

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 214**

Once the waiter had retreated, Tabitha turned her focus to Jayceon, her voice steady yet tinged with urgency. “Jayceon, if you still had feelings for Georgina back in the day, then marrying Arabella was a mistake. And now that you’ve tied the knot with her, you shouldn’t have acted in ways that hurt her. Look at the chaos you’ve created—neither family can claim to be whole. Arabella is suffering from your betrayal, and Georgina, along with her son, is left without any formal recognition.”

Jayceon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hands fidgeting as he tried to process his mother’s words. “Mom, what exactly are you trying to imply?” he asked, his voice strained with confusion.

Tabitha’s gaze was piercing as she continued, “Given that you’ve already caused Arabella pain, don’t extend that hurt to them as well. You and Georgina share a child. Legally, you bear responsibility, and while you might not have intended it, you have a common-law marriage to uphold. You owe it to that child to be present in their life.”

The expression on Jayceon’s face morphed into one of despair and disbelief. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, struggling to find the words to defend himself. It was as if the weight of his mother’s accusations had rendered him mute. He had known this confrontation was coming ever since he made the decision to acknowledge Georgina’s son, but he had never anticipated that his own mother would support his desire to separate from Arabella.

Tabitha pressed on, her tone firm yet laced with concern. “Georgina’s mother is practically your mother-in-law. She’s unwell, and as her son-in-law, it’s your duty to visit her,” she insisted. “Since you can’t provide Arabella with the marriage she desires, perhaps it’s best to be with Georgina and the child. You’re so indecisive; it’s making me question whether that child is even yours!”

As soon as Tabitha uttered those words, Georgina’s face transformed, her eyes widening in shock. Jayceon’s deep gaze darkened, shadows of turmoil flickering across his features.

With a decisive motion, Tabitha grabbed her purse and stood up. “I won’t intrude upon your little family of three any longer. After dinner, take them home and spend some quality time together. As for Arabella, you have no children and no significant ties to hold you back. Just let her go,” she declared, leaving no room for argument.

With that, Tabitha exited the private dining room, leaving Jayceon in a stunned silence, the echo of her words lingering in the air.

Once they were alone, Georgina studied Jayceon’s expression carefully, gauging his reaction. She hesitated before speaking, her voice tentative. “Jay, why don’t you go back to your wife for now? Leandro and I can take a cab later,” she suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

Jayceon tightened his grip around the glass of water, the cool surface contrasting with the heat of his frustration. “Did you send Olivia to find me?” he asked, his tone sharp.

Georgina felt a tightening in her chest, panic rising within her. “Jay, what are you talking about? Did Olivia come to see you?” she replied, her voice rising defensively.

Before Jayceon could respond, Georgina continued, her anger surfacing. “My family has been dealing with a lot recently. Olivia saw how distressed I was and tried to persuade me to reach out to you for help, but I refused!”

She added, “She probably couldn’t stand seeing me like this and went to you without my knowledge. I’ll confront her about it right away,” she said, determination flickering in her eyes.

“Can you still walk on it?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice.

Georgina seized the opportunity, wrapping her arm around Jayceon’s for support. “Jay, my ankle is really hurting. Can I lean on you for a bit?” she requested, her voice softening.

He nodded, albeit reluctantly, as they began making their way across the road.

On the opposite side, Arabella was just about to get into her car after dropping off a colleague when she caught sight of the scene unfolding before her. Jayceon, holding the child while Georgina leaned on him, looked like a family—a sight that twisted something deep within her.

The child, with her perceptive gaze, spotted Arabella and exclaimed, “Daddy, Mommy, Auntie Arabella is looking at us!”

Jayceon’s eyes met Arabella’s, a moment stretched taut with unspoken tension. He gently set the child down and began walking toward her, each step heavy with the weight of the choices he had made.