Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 304

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 304**

Jayceon found himself lost in thought, his gaze fixed on Georgina, who stood before him like a tempest ready to unleash. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and unmet needs.

Finally, he broke the stillness. “I’ll arrange for Victoria to come by later,” he stated, his voice measured. “She can assist you and your son with daily life. If there’s anything you need, just let her know, and she’ll take care of it.”

Georgina’s expression hardened, impatience radiating from her like heat from a fire. She didn’t want a caretaker; she wanted financial support, a lifeline, not a mere maid! What was wrong with Jayceon? Didn’t he understand the gravity of her situation?

As the realization that her plea had fallen on deaf ears washed over her, Georgina felt her strength wane. She sank to the floor, her body collapsing in a heap of frustration and despair.

With desperation clawing at her, she reached for Jayceon’s pant leg, her voice trembling. “Jay, I feel so dizzy. I haven’t slept properly in days. I’ve seen so many doctors, yet none could help me. Please, could you talk to your wife? Maybe she could prescribe something to ease my suffering?”

Jayceon hesitated, a flicker of concern crossing his features. “I’ll see what I can do,” he promised, his tone softening slightly.

The corners of Georgina’s mouth turned up in a fragile smile, a glimmer of hope igniting within her. Jayceon offered her a reassuring nod before he turned to leave, adding, “I’ve been swamped lately and haven’t been able to check in on you and your son as I should. Make sure you rest; don’t let your thoughts spiral out of control. Once this busy period passes, I’ll ensure you both are taken care of.”

Once Jayceon exited, Georgina slowly pushed herself up from the floor, her heart swelling with a mix of relief and lingering anxiety. Deep down, she understood one thing: even if Jayceon refused to pursue a divorce, he would never abandon her or their child.

Meanwhile, Jayceon returned to the mansion, the weight of his responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders. As soon as he settled into his seat, Conrad and Tabitha wasted no time in pressing him about his marriage to Arabella.

“Jay,” Tabitha began, her voice sharp with urgency, “your divorce from Arabella carries too many implications. You know Julian’s side won’t back down, and Liam’s legal team is relentless. It won’t be long before you receive a court summons. The board expects a direct response from you. You must think this through!”

Conrad chimed in, his tone filled with disdain. “Look at her behavior lately! Always siding with outsiders, cavorting with all sorts of shady characters. If this—”

“Dad!” Jayceon interjected, unable to bear another word against his wife.

“Arabella is my wife,” he declared, his voice firm with conviction. “You cannot speak about her in that way!”

Conrad leaped to his feet, anger radiating from him. “A woman like that doesn’t belong in the Melendez family! You have to divorce her and ensure she leaves without a cent!”

Jayceon’s expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes. He rose to his full height, weariness etched into his features, and spoke with unwavering resolve. “Even if the entire world stands against me, I will not divorce Arabella.”

Without a word, he gestured for her to lift her foot, his touch gentle yet firm.

As she slipped into the slippers, Jayceon took the bag from her shoulder. “I ordered your favorite fish. Go wash your hands and join me in the dining room for dinner!”

Arabella eyed him suspiciously but complied, washing her hands before entering the dining room.

Her gaze fell upon the lavish spread laid out before her, and she hesitated as she took a seat. The sight of the personal soup tureen Jayceon had placed in front of her sent her mind racing back to tales of betrayal and poison, like Lucrezia Borgia’s infamous deeds.

Clearing her throat, she said firmly, “I’m not hungry right now. If you have something to discuss, just say it.”

Jayceon observed her cautious demeanor, his heart tightening at her defensiveness. He placed the soup tureen before her and began, “Arabella, do you remember that little town we visited for our second wedding anniversary?”

Arabella’s eyes narrowed, suspicion etched across her features. “What are you trying to do?”

He continued, his voice steady, “The inn we stayed at reported a child had been kidnapped. Before the police arrived, you used your skills to hypnotize the trafficker they caught, making him reveal where the kidnapped children were hidden. You saved two or three kids. Do you remember?”