Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 223

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 223**

In a moment steeped in desperation, Georgina found herself spiraling into self-sabotage, a tactic that emerged from the depths of her anguish, all in a fervent attempt to reclaim her position by Jayceon’s side.

Her mother, Gloria, leaned in closer, her voice a blend of urgency and encouragement that cut through the air like a sharp blade. “You’ve poured your heart and soul into this endeavor, my dear. You cannot simply allow him to slip through your fingers! The Melendez family is one of the most revered names in Zelmere’s High Society. How many people get a chance like this in several lifetimes?”

With each word Gloria uttered, her conviction seemed to swell, filling the small space between them. “The future of your two nephews studying abroad hangs precariously in the balance, and that future rests on your shoulders. If it truly comes down to it, you must heed the formidable old woman from the Melendez family and take that leap of faith.”

A flicker of doubt ignited within Georgina, a small but persistent flame. “Mom,” she replied, her voice tinged with apprehension, “that old woman, Tabitha, is no fool. What if she’s concocting a scheme against me?”

Gloria pressed on, her tone unwavering and resolute. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Georgina! You’ve schemed and plotted for years to reach this point. Are you truly going to throw it all away now?”

Overwhelmed, Georgina rested her forehead against the cool, unyielding surface of the steering wheel. A wave of tension crashed over her, and a headache began to throb at her temples, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil. She had fought tooth and nail to get close to Jayceon, jeopardizing everything to orchestrate this very moment. How could she even contemplate surrender?

Her thoughts drifted back to her childhood, where vivid memories of her mother scavenging for discarded fruit danced in her mind. Under the cover of darkness, Gloria would pick through the market’s leftovers, expertly cutting away the rotten bits and salvaging what she could. A single apple, once whole, would often yield only a small, bruised piece for Georgina and her brother. They had never tasted a full apple growing up; it was a luxury that always seemed just out of reach, a tantalizing dream that eluded them.

Georgina had strived tirelessly to gain admission to college, yet her dreams were nearly shattered when a jealous classmate falsely accused her of theft for merely keeping a pair of dance shoes she’d found. The humiliation of being chased and labeled “poor” by her peers haunted her for an entire semester, until the ringleader finally transferred, granting her a brief respite. In that moment of vulnerability, she made a silent vow to herself: she would become wealthy, no matter the cost.

They often say it’s better to marry into wealth than to rely solely on intelligence. Jayceon represented her golden ticket to a life she had always yearned for, a life where she could finally escape the shadows of her past.

After taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Georgina reached for her purse, her resolve hardening. She meticulously applied her makeup, ensuring every detail was flawless. Once satisfied with her reflection, she leaned in close to Gloria, whispering a secret that only they could share, a moment of intimacy before stepping out of the car together.

An hour later, the atmosphere shifted dramatically as Arabella, Jayceon, Samuel, and Blaire emerged from the restaurant, their laughter and chatter echoing in the air like a sweet melody.

Blaire, ever the social butterfly, pointed toward a gathering of people in the distance. “What’s going on over there? It looks like quite the crowd!”

Samuel, eager for adventure, tugged at Arabella and Jayceon. “Let’s go see what all the fuss is about!”

As they approached, the scene before them unfolded like a tragic play, a tableau of chaos and despair. Gloria lay collapsed on the roadside, and Georgina, tears streaming down her face, was desperately pleading with passersby for assistance.

She continued, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “If you help Georgina up now, whisper a few comforting words, and take her mother home, I assure you they’ll be just fine. Not only will they be grateful, but they can also cook for you and keep your bed warm.”

The air crackled with tension as their gazes clashed, each unwilling to back down, the stakes higher than ever.

Georgina, still sobbing, shuffled closer to Arabella, desperation etched deeply in her features. She grasped the edge of Arabella’s coat, her voice barely above a whisper, a fragile plea for compassion. “Dr. Palmer, please! The ambulance isn’t here yet, and I don’t know what to do. Can you just give my mom some first aid?”

As the crowd’s accusations grew louder, Arabella glanced down at Georgina, her expression shifting ever so slightly, a flicker of annoyance dancing in her eyes.

Her gaze fell to the wrinkled fabric of her coat that Georgina clung to, and with a flick of irritation, Arabella forcefully shook her coat, dislodging Georgina’s grip. “Let go,” she snapped, her patience wearing thin, the weight of her indifference palpable.

In the chaos of that moment, Georgina found herself at a crossroads, torn between her ambitions and the raw vulnerability of her love for her mother. The weight of her past, filled with struggles and sacrifices, surged forward, reminding her of the lengths she had gone to secure a future that now seemed overshadowed by the very person she sought to impress. As she knelt beside Gloria, the tears that streamed down her cheeks were not just for her mother’s health but also for the realization that her pursuit of wealth and status had led her to a place where compassion felt like a distant memory. The world she had fought so hard to enter now felt cold and unwelcoming, especially in the face of Arabella’s unyielding disdain.

Yet, amidst the despair, a flicker of resilience ignited within Georgina. She understood now that true strength lay not in wealth or the approval of high society but in the bonds of family and the courage to confront those who would stand in her way. With her mother’s life hanging in the balance, Georgina’s heart swelled with determination, ready to fight not just for her ambitions, but for the love and dignity that defined her. As the crowd’s murmurs grew louder, she realized that she would no longer be a pawn in someone else’s game; she would stand for her family, reclaiming her voice and her worth in a world that had tried to silence her. In that pivotal moment, Georgina’s spark ignited, illuminating a path forward that was rooted in love rather than ambition, marking the beginning of a new chapter in her life.