Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 55

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

**Chapter 55**

Tabitha set the metal spoon down with a deliberate clink, her gaze finally lifting to meet Georgina’s eyes. There was no room for pleasantries in her tone as she stated, “Even though the child is Jay’s, our family will not acknowledge him.”

A chill crept into Georgina’s heart, a sense of foreboding tightening her grip around the glass of water she held. She could feel the weight of Tabitha’s words pressing down on her. “Mrs. Melendez, Jay and I love each other. We have a child together. Why won’t you allow us to be a family?”

Tabitha leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her fingers interlaced in a steeple formation under her chin. Her posture was poised, her voice deceptively soft, yet there was an unmistakable steeliness beneath. “Because you are not worthy of him.”

The words struck Georgina like a slap, her expression shifting from hope to confusion in an instant. “Why do you say that?”

Tabitha’s response was swift and cutting. “It’s simple. Just as you fail to comprehend why this establishment offers only Grolian menus. This is Zelmere, yet you won’t find any Straorian or Halbertonian options here, will you?”

A bead of sweat began to form on Georgina’s brow, her mind racing. “I don’t understand, truly.”

With a calm patience that felt almost condescending, Tabitha elaborated, “The Grolian menu serves a purpose; it screens customers. Many places require proof of wealth for entry, a barrier that keeps the undeserving out.”

As realization dawned on Georgina, a flush of humiliation washed over her. Tabitha was subtly belittling her status, making it clear that even if she clawed her way into the upper echelons of society, she would be nothing but a source of ridicule.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Georgina countered, “Jay is your son. Don’t you want him to be happy?”

Tabitha straightened slightly, her hands falling to her sides as she leaned back in her chair. “Ms. Carrillo, don’t be greedy. When you took ten million dollars from Jay’s grandfather and left for a life abroad, you forfeited any claim to be Jay’s wife. Even if my son were to get divorced one day, you would not be welcomed into our family.”

Georgina’s gaze faltered, the weight of Tabitha’s words sinking in. “Mrs. Melendez, I did what I thought was best for Jay. If his grandfather had truly cut him off, Jay would have been left to start over from nothing. You wouldn’t want that for him, either.”

Tabitha rose from her seat, her expression hardening. “Save those justifications for Jay. I came here today to deliver a warning.”

Georgina stood as well, her voice rising in defiance. “A warning? What do you mean?”

Tabitha’s voice was icy as she continued, “If Jay does not divorce Arabella, your life will remain undisturbed. But if he chooses to leave her for you and your son, I will be the first to ensure you regret it!”

With that, Tabitha snatched her purse and strode toward the door, leaving Georgina stunned in her wake.

Tabitha wiped her hands on a towel, retrieving a voice recorder from the drawer of the coffee table. She tossed it to Jayceon with an intensity that made him pause.

With an expression he had never seen before—serious, almost grave—she said, “You might want to listen to this before you make another foolish remark.”

Before he could respond, she added, “I’ve given it considerable thought. If you truly want to divorce Bella, I won’t stand in your way.”

Turning away, she pulled a bank card from her purse and tossed it to him. “The debts you cleared for the Palmer family? I’m settling them for Arabella. This money comes from my own dowry; it’s not tied to the Melendez family. Sign the divorce agreement and let Bella go.”

Jayceon, his expression dark as a storm cloud, placed the card on the coffee table without a word. He only picked up the voice recorder, his disbelief palpable. “What kind of mother supports her son’s divorce?”

Kimberly interjected, “Ever since Georgina and her son returned, Jay, every move you make pushes Arabella to return the money and step aside for Georgina.”

Jayceon glanced from his mother to his sister, the weight of their words pressing down on him. Without uttering a single response, he turned and left the mansion, his heart heavy with turmoil.

As night fell, he returned alone to the marital home, the silence echoing his inner conflict.