Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 282

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 282**

Georgina stormed into the living room, her heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and fear. Before she could even take a breath to steady herself, Emmett, his face twisted with rage, lunged forward, seizing a vase from the table. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room like thunder.

Caught off guard by his explosive reaction, Georgina’s instincts kicked in, and she turned on her heel, ready to flee. “Arabella!” she yelled from the doorway, her voice tinged with desperation. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs!”

As Georgina darted into the elevator, Arabella stood rooted in place, her gaze fixed on Emmett, who was still seething with anger.

“That woman is too arrogant,” he fumed, his fists clenched at his sides. “How dare she barge into our home like that!”

Kayla, sensing the tension, swiftly snatched the vase from Emmett’s grasp, her expression sharp with disapproval. “A woman like that has no morals,” she declared, her voice steady. “She’s capable of anything. Let’s just ignore her!”

Roderick, sitting silently on the sofa, felt a storm of emotions brewing inside him. His face darkened with anger, but he remained mute, choosing to sulk rather than engage in the chaos around him.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Arabella finally spoke up, her voice steady yet firm. “Mom, Dad, I’m going downstairs for a bit. I’ll be right back.”

With that, she retreated to her room, changing into a more comfortable outfit before grabbing her umbrella and stepping out into the night.

Her parents’ home had always been a sanctuary for her, a place where she could find solace amidst the turmoil of her life. The thought of Georgina disrupting their peace filled her with determination; she would not allow it.

The night air was cool, and a gentle drizzle began to fall as she made her way to the entrance of the residential complex.

Meanwhile, Georgina stood outside, drenched and shivering. She had left her umbrella behind at Arabella’s door in her haste to escape, and now she looked utterly defeated, the rain cascading down her face like tears.

As Arabella approached, sheltered beneath her umbrella, Georgina’s simmering rage ignited. “Arabella!” she screeched, her voice laced with venom. “You talk about wanting a divorce, but behind my back, you seduced Jay to come find you in Europe! You even slept together! You keep claiming you’re leaving the marriage without assets, yet you had the audacity to steal the birthday present Jay bought for my son!”

Arabella, unfazed, bent down and lowered her umbrella. With a swift motion, she strode up to Georgina, grabbing a handful of her hair with fierce determination.

“Slap!”

Arabella remained calm, observing Georgina’s frantic behavior with a cool detachment. “It’s true that you’re part of the reason Jayceon and I have ended up like this,” she admitted, “but no matter how bad things get between us, I haven’t aimed my anger at you. This is all Jayceon’s choice. You need to understand that it has nothing to do with anyone else.”

“Georgina,” Arabella continued, her tone shifting to one of empathy, “let me give you some advice, woman to woman. Don’t pin your hopes on a man. Marriage has never been the best destination for a woman. You’re better off relying on yourself than on anyone else.”

Georgina scoffed at her words, as if she had just heard the most absurd joke. “You’re ridiculous, Arabella. When the Palmer family went bankrupt back then, if Jay hadn’t married you, would you be living so well today?”

As she looked at Georgina, Arabella felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. There was a time when she had viewed Jayceon as her only anchor, her lifeline in a turbulent sea. Thankfully, she had managed to reclaim her strength before it was too late.

Georgina, her eyes red and wild, pointed an accusing finger at Arabella. “Stop putting on an act! You just can’t bear to divorce Jay, can’t bear to lose the Melendez family’s power and status!”

Standing in the light rain, Georgina’s voice broke, her facade crumbling. “If you really wanted to make a clean break with Jay, you would’ve left the country and never come back! You’re just trying to string him along, hoping he’ll turn back, hoping he’ll regret it, hoping he’ll come back to the family, back to you!”

Arabella held her ground, silently absorbing Georgina’s accusations as the rain continued to fall around them, the tension hanging thick in the air.