Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 68

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 68**

Arabella skillfully sidestepped the probing question, her voice tinged with irritation, “My mom is calling me for dinner. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”

Jayceon merely nodded, his expression unreadable. “Okay,” he replied, and with that, Arabella ended the call, her heart racing slightly as she prepared for the next chapter of her life.

The clock was inching toward four in the afternoon as Arabella stood at the entrance of Zelmere International Airport, the bustling sounds of travelers and announcements swirling around her. She had just finished a conversation with Zachary when her eyes caught sight of Georgina striding purposefully toward her.

Arabella felt a frown tug at her lips, a reflexive reaction to the sight of her.

Georgina, however, was radiant, her smile wide and seemingly genuine. “Ms. Palmer, I heard your flight is scheduled for just after four. I came specially to see you off,” she exclaimed, her tone dripping with feigned sweetness.

Arabella offered only a perfunctory ‘thank you,’ her voice lacking warmth.

As Georgina approached, her smile began to fade, morphing into an expression that was almost cautious, as if she was weighing her next words carefully.

“Ms. Palmer, to be honest, even if you hadn’t done anything wrong, Jay would have divorced you sooner or later. Since you’ve chosen to let go, I sincerely hope you leave for good,” she stated, her voice firm.

Arabella’s demeanor shifted, her expression growing icy. “What do you mean by that?” she asked, her voice low and controlled, but her heart raced with indignation.

Georgina leaned in slightly, her eyes narrowing. “I hope that when you go abroad this time, you never come back!”

At that, Arabella let out a laugh, but it was devoid of warmth, a cold sound that echoed in the air between them.

Taking a deliberate step closer, she met Georgina’s gaze head-on. “Ms. Carrillo, don’t forget, Jayceon and I aren’t officially divorced yet. So drop the entitled act,” she retorted, her voice steady but laced with a sharp edge.

Georgina’s eyes flickered, uncertainty creeping in. “Are you going back on your word?” she asked, her confidence wavering.

Arabella’s response was measured, each word carefully chosen. “Georgina, what I do, where I go, and when I come back is none of your concern. If you’re so capable, why don’t you get Jayceon to finalize the divorce with me? Stop wasting your time on me,” she shot back, her tone dismissive.

As she turned to leave, Arabella cast a defiant look over her shoulder, a silent challenge that hung in the air.

The revelation of Jayceon and Georgina rekindling their relationship, coupled with the news of a child, had nearly shattered her.

But that was in the past. From this moment onward, she resolved to live solely for herself. She needed to work tirelessly to reclaim her lost jewelry, to ensure her parents could enjoy a comfortable retirement, and to set a positive example for her younger brother.

When enrolling Emmett, he had designated his personal cell number as the emergency contact, anticipating the need for quick communication given Arabella’s parents’ advancing age.

A teacher had just called to inform him that Emmett had gotten into a scuffle with a classmate. Unable to reach Arabella, they had turned to him for assistance.

Upon entering the school’s disciplinary office, Jayceon was met with a flurry of activity. Several administrators rushed to greet him, their expressions a mix of respect and concern.

One middle-aged man stepped forward, his demeanor apologetic. “Mr. Melendez, I’m so sorry to trouble you to come here in person. It’s just that the other student’s parents refuse to let this go,” he explained, his voice laced with urgency.

Jayceon nodded politely, but his focus was already shifting toward Emmett, who sat sulking in a corner.

He took in the sight of his son, noting the bruise forming at the corner of Emmett’s mouth. A dark cloud settled over Jayceon’s features as he approached, concern etched in every line of his face. “Are you hurt anywhere else on your body?” he asked, his voice low but firm.

Emmett, clearly agitated, swatted Jayceon’s outstretched hand away. “None of your business!” he snapped, turning his back defiantly.

The school administrators exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how to intervene. One of them quickly stepped forward to clarify the situation. “Mr. Melendez, according to our investigation, Emmett had an argument with another male student during break. It’s been confirmed that Emmett threw the first punch, but he refuses to explain why and won’t cooperate with us to apologize,” the administrator relayed, his tone apologetic yet firm.

Jayceon listened intently, absorbing the details without interjecting. He approached Emmett once more, placing a hand gently on his shoulder, squeezing slightly to gain his attention. “Emmett, let’s talk about this,” he urged, his voice steady, seeking to bridge the growing gap between them.