Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 218

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

**Chapter 218**

A shadow flickered across Jayceon’s face, darkening his features as he absorbed Georgina’s words. “You went to see her?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with suspicion.

Georgina, sensing the weight of his gaze, shook her head vigorously. “No, I didn’t seek out your wife,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “There’s been a lot happening with my family lately. I’ve been restless, unable to find peace or sleep. I feared my depression was creeping back, so I thought it best to visit the hospital. It was purely coincidental that I ran into your wife in the parking lot.”

Jayceon remained silent, his expression unreadable, prompting Georgina to press on. “Last night, she saw us together. I think she completely misunderstood the situation. In a fit of anger, she threw money at me in front of her colleague, hurling a string of nasty insults my way. She even went so far as to say she would pay me to serve you.”

The chill in Jayceon’s demeanor deepened, his thin lips pressed into a hard line that spoke volumes.

Georgina’s voice quivered as she continued, “She called me a mistress, Jay. She labeled you a scumbag. She said she’s been wanting to divorce you for ages, that she never wants to see you again, and she hopes you never come home.”

Jayceon’s brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued. “What else did she say?”

As if a dam had burst, tears streamed down Georgina’s cheeks, her voice breaking with emotion. “Jay, she was never my friend. It was all an act to humiliate me. Just today, at the hospital entrance, she let her coworkers berate and hit me. So many people witnessed it. You can ask around if you don’t believe me.”

Through her sobs, she lamented, “Your family looks down on me, your wife misunderstands me, and it feels like everyone hates me. What did I do to deserve this? Sob, sob, sob…”

Jayceon’s heart twisted at the sight of Georgina’s anguish. He reached into the car, retrieving some tissues and gently offering them to her. “You should go home for now. I’ll get to the bottom of this,” he assured her, his voice softening.

Seeing that her objective had been achieved, Georgina quietly took her leave, her shoulders slumped.

Jayceon stood still for a few moments, the weight of the conversation settling heavily on his mind. Then, with a deep breath, he dialed Arabella’s number.

At that moment, Arabella had just arrived at Vance Manor, stepping through the grand entrance, her mind preoccupied with the day’s events.

When the call connected, Jayceon’s voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory. “Couldn’t you have just talked things out? Did you really have to humiliate her in public?”

Confusion washed over Arabella, causing her to disconnect the call, her thoughts swirling in disarray.

Moments later, she stood outside the master bedroom on the second floor of Vance Manor, exchanging a glance with Dr. Johnson, who had accompanied her. They steeled themselves and entered the room, hearts pounding with trepidation.

As Arabella cautiously approached Julian, who sat in a wheelchair facing the French windows, she took in his imposing presence. He was dressed in tailored black trousers and a striking deep red suit jacket that hugged his frame, a black shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of his lean chest.

A low, seemingly casual laugh escaped Julian’s lips, but it carried an undercurrent of menace that sent a thrill through her.

“Who are you to me? Why should I risk anything for you?” he asked, his interest piqued.

Arabella held her ground, neither submissive nor confrontational. “At the end of the day, you are Jayceon’s elder—his uncle. It’s only right for an uncle to step in and teach his nephew a lesson when his nephew’s wife is being wronged.”

Julian’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

One moment she distanced herself from the Melendez family, and the next, she was calling for his assistance, appealing to their familial bond.

Intrigued, Julian regarded Arabella with a newfound intensity. “If you can truly heal me, I’ll make sure to exact that revenge you desire!”

Her heart swelled with newfound hope. After all, Julian was Jayceon’s uncle—the only person she believed could keep Jayceon in check.

“I promise, I will do everything in my power to help you recover,” Arabella vowed, determination shining in her eyes. “If you have doubts about my abilities, I can introduce you to Blaire. He suffered from chronic insomnia, and he’s nearly cured—just one final treatment left.”