Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 264

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 264**

Tabitha’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “It’s all laid out in black and white. I won’t ask for a single penny more, nor will I accept a penny less. You two need to be out of this house by tonight.” Her gaze was firm, unyielding, and Georgina felt the weight of her words pressing down on her.

“I understand your financial situation,” Tabitha continued, her tone almost patronizing. “That’s why I took the liberty of sending people to locate your mother, your brother, and your sister-in-law before I even arrived here. Your bags and jewelry can cover a portion of what you owe, and your family can settle the rest.”

Panic surged through Georgina, a tidal wave of fear and disbelief. “You can’t possibly go to my brother and sister-in-law, or my two nephews!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in desperation.

Tabitha let out a derisive laugh, the sound sharp and biting. “Oh, but why not? The Carrillo family raised such a fine daughter—selling her body to fund her nephews’ education! It’s only right that I do a good deed by spreading the word. Let the entire Carrillo family bask in the glory of your sacrifices and hold their heads high.”

Georgina felt a surge of anger at Tabitha’s words, her teeth gritting together as she hissed, “No matter what happens, I am Jay’s favorite woman. Aren’t you afraid your son will come to despise you for this?”

Tabitha merely flicked her eyes toward Georgina, a cold smile playing on her lips. “I’m not even sure I’ll acknowledge him as my son. Do you really think I’m scared of him hating me?”

Georgina’s eyes widened in shock, disbelief washing over her like a cold wave.

With a tone that was almost mocking, Tabitha offered a piece of advice, “Listen, Georgina, the old man is already well aware of that little bastard’s origins. If you want to survive this, you’d better figure out a way to save yourself.”

She shot a glance at her two bodyguards, who stood like silent sentinels, and then turned on her heel, leaving Georgina in a whirlwind of chaos.

Half an hour later, Georgina watched helplessly as all her valuables were stripped away, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever.

As her phone buzzed incessantly with calls from her mother, brother, and sister-in-law, a sense of despair enveloped her, and with a sudden burst of rage, she smashed her phone against the wall. The sound echoed in the empty space, a reflection of her shattered spirit.

Behind her, the sound of a child’s cries pierced through her anger, and Georgina felt a wave of irritation wash over her. She turned, her heart hardening as she saw her son in distress. Ignoring his pain, she roughly yanked him into the bathroom, her mind clouded with frustration.

With a fierce grip, she held her son by the neck, forcing him down onto the toilet, twisting his body with a sudden ferocity.

“Mommy, please! Stop hitting me! I’ll be good!” he wailed, his voice trembling with fear and pain.

Georgina’s eyes burned with a mixture of rage and despair, her teeth clenched tightly as if she were ready to explode.

“You’re worthless!” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “You couldn’t win over a single person this entire time. What good are you to me? If I had known you were going to be so useless, I should have just strangled you! You’re nothing but a burden!”

A sharp pang of longing pierced through Arabella’s heart, a reminder of the child she had never had.

Feeling a rush of compassion for the little one, she gently stroked his head, allowing him to find comfort in her presence.

Franklin, standing nearby, wore an apologetic expression. “I’m really sorry, Dr. Palmer. Once Edmundo calms down, I promise to correct his behavior.”

Arabella chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood. “If he really can’t stop, I wouldn’t mind being his godmother.”

Before she could even finish her thought, Franklin declared, “Then it’s settled.”

Arabella blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his sudden decision.

“Wait, what?” she stammered, her mind racing.

Franklin, sensing her confusion, explained with a hint of awkwardness, “Dr. Palmer, you’re the only person Edmundo has felt comfortable with in the last three years. While you were away these past few days, he actually spoke to me for the first time, asking me to take him to find you. I thought…”