Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 278

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

**Chapter 278**

With a hint of hesitation in her voice, Georgina ventured, “Jay, Leandro’s birthday is just around the corner, and the Labor Day long weekend is next week. Would you be able to spare some time to take me and my son out? I think we could really use a break to clear our heads.”

Jayceon, his gaze unfocused, flicked his eyes toward the office door, a silent signal that did not go unnoticed. Steve, stationed just outside, caught the cue and promptly knocked before stepping inside.

“I have something pressing to attend to,” Jayceon replied, his tone clipped and dismissive. “We’ll discuss this later.”

The moment Georgina noticed Steve’s presence, she understood the gravity of the situation. Pressing the matter further was futile, and she exited the office, her disappointment palpable in the air.

Once the door clicked shut behind her, Steve turned to Jayceon, his expression serious. “Mr. Melendez, the DNA report has come in. It confirms that Ms. Carrillo’s child is not biologically related to her late ex-husband’s nieces or nephews. This strongly suggests that the child is not his. It’s likely that this revelation is what made her a target for domestic abuse for so many years.”

Jayceon remained impassive, his thoughts racing. “Make sure to monitor her closely,” he instructed Steve, his voice devoid of emotion. It didn’t concern him who the father of the child was; his focus lay elsewhere.

Yet, a troubling thought lingered in his mind. If his brother’s untimely death was indeed linked to Georgina, if she had truly crossed a line that could lead to legal consequences, he would not hesitate to ensure she faced justice.

As the evening shadows lengthened and the workday came to a close, Arabella was guiding Edmundo, Franklin’s son, through the hospital’s staff exit when her eyes caught a glimpse of Jayceon.

He stood there, momentarily captivated by Edmundo, before adjusting his tie and striding purposefully toward Arabella. “Labor Day is next week. Do you have any plans?” he inquired, his voice smooth yet tinged with an underlying urgency.

Arabella shot back, her tone icy, “Overtime.”

Jayceon studied the cold mask she wore, his heart sinking at the sight. For a moment, silence enveloped them, thick with unspoken words. Leaning in slightly, he softened his voice, “You’ve just recovered. Don’t overexert yourself at work. I’m free during the long weekend; I could take you anywhere you’d like to go.”

Her response was swift and unwavering. “There’s a long list of people who want to take me places, Mr. Melendez. You wouldn’t even make it to the front.”

With that, Arabella turned on her heel, leading Edmundo away, leaving Jayceon standing there, stunned and without a word to say.

Days flew by, and before he realized it, the Labor Day long weekend had arrived. Jayceon found himself returning to the old family home, a sense of obligation weighing heavily on his shoulders as he prepared to visit the elders.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense. Tabitha had been so furious that she had locked herself away in her room for three days, refusing to see anyone. Meanwhile, the condition of the old man had deteriorated further, the family doctor now on constant watch, day and night.

The setting sun bathed the track in a golden hue, and Arabella, clad in her racing suit with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, held her helmet aloft, flashing a confident grin for the camera. At that moment, she was the undeniable queen of the track, radiating coolness and strength.

**Chapter 278**

That night, after an exhilarating evening spent partying at a bar with Blaire’s friends, Arabella returned to the hotel, her body pleasantly fatigued. As she walked toward her room, she noticed the door to a suite slightly ajar.

Curiosity piqued, she peered inside. Was that Jayceon?

A second glance confirmed it—Steve was there too. She was feeling a bit tipsy and, without thinking, slipped inside the suite. Her eyes widened as she witnessed Steve gently carrying Georgina to the expansive bed, while Jayceon busily cleaned glasses, his brow furrowed in concentration.

After Steve returned, he picked up a woman’s phone from the table, fiddling with it while whispering something to Jayceon, both men clearly sharing a moment of guilty secrecy.

Arabella couldn’t resist. She crouched down, tiptoeing closer, and then suddenly shouted, “Boo!”

The glass Jayceon was holding slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor, while Steve fumbled with the phone, his face a mask of shock.