Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 283

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 283**

As Georgina’s emotional outburst subsided, a profound silence enveloped the room. Arabella, with a serene demeanor that belied the storm of feelings swirling within her, responded, “I grew up in Zelmere. This city is woven into the very fabric of my existence. My family, my friends, my classmates—they are all here. This is where I carved out my career, where I found my favorite breakfast nook tucked away in an old alley, and where I cherished countless memories at the fondly regarded Fondue restaurant. My old school, the laughter of my youth, the heartaches and triumphs—all of it resides within these streets. Zelmere is my foundation.”

With a resolute tone, she continued, “Why should I abandon all that I hold dear for a man who has betrayed my trust? Why should I forsake my homeland, my roots, and everything I’ve built just to escape to a foreign land?”

Georgina, her frustration bubbling to the surface, shot back, “Arabella, you’ve studied psychology. You know the truth: when a woman genuinely desires a divorce, she will fight tooth and nail to secure her freedom. She will relinquish everything if necessary. If you truly wanted out, you’d be prepared to walk away from it all!”

A wry smile crept across Arabella’s lips as she met Georgina’s gaze, her confidence unwavering. “But I am not your typical woman. I refuse to conform to your expectations.”

With a steady voice, she declared, “To give up everything and flee my homeland for the sake of a scoundrel—that is not a solution. It’s merely an excuse, a cowardly retreat. It’s a self-inflicted punishment for someone else’s wrongdoing. It’s like taking myself out of the game entirely.”

Arabella’s conviction grew stronger as she asserted, “I have done no one wrong. I am not the one who should be sidelined.”

She glanced at Georgina, who sat there, a shattered figure lost in her own despair, before turning away with a cold resolve.

You rise again after you fall.

Arabella was determined to shine brightly, to cultivate a happiness that was hers alone. Even if the very people who had caused her pain lingered nearby, they would never again come close enough to dim her light or affect her spirit.

Across the street, the window of a sleek black luxury car glided down, revealing Jayceon, who observed Arabella’s retreating figure until it vanished from sight.

Sam, leaning casually against the car, pointed at Georgina, who was drenched in rain and despondency. “I know you feel for her. Arabella has moved on; why not show a little concern for Georgina?”

Jayceon, unfazed, took his time lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily into the damp air. “There’s no need for your passive-aggressive nudging. I have my reasons for keeping Georgina in my orbit.”

Sam scrutinized Jayceon, a smirk playing on his lips. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Seems like your perspective has shifted quite a bit.”

Jayceon’s slender fingers held the cigarette delicately as he continued to watch Georgina’s every move, his expression unreadable.

“Arabella and I are no longer together. Please, don’t stoke the flames of this situation,” he stated, his tone even but tinged with an undercurrent of pain.

Sam raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “If you truly believe there’s a problem with Georgina, would you have the heart to turn her in?”

Jayceon’s gaze flickered back to Sam, a hint of conflict evident in his eyes.

“The law is unforgiving. It draws a hard line for everyone. Zero tolerance,” he replied, his voice steady yet distant.

Jayceon stepped forward, steadying Kimberly with a gentle hand. “What are you doing out here at this hour?” he asked, concern lacing his tone.

Kimberly looked up, her eyes wide with distress. Samuel’s sharp gaze caught the handprint marring her cheek. “Who did this to you? I’ll make them pay,” he vowed, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

With a heavy heart, Kimberly replied, “My dad.”

Samuel’s fist, once clenched in anger, slowly relaxed as he processed her words. “…Well, maybe it’s best to let it go for now,” he murmured, the fight leaving him.

Jayceon opened the door, and the three of them stepped into the dimly lit room.

Kimberly’s voice trembled as she recounted the evening’s events. “Mom and Dad were arguing again. Dad got furious and smashed one of Mom’s dowry bracelets. She was so upset that she didn’t eat all day. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stood up for her, and Dad slapped me.”

Samuel, ever the protector, handed her an ice pack. “Next time, just stay out of it when they’re fighting. It’s not worth it.”

Noticing Jayceon sitting silently on the sofa, Samuel felt compelled to speak up. “Jay, your sister just got hit. You could at least say something to her.”

Jayceon looked up from his thoughts, his expression somber. “What do you expect me to do? Go back and confront my dad?”