Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 73

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

**Chapter 73**

“Georgina,” he began, his voice heavy with emotion, “I fully recognize the immense sacrifices you’ve made for me. The past six years have not been easy for you; you’ve faced countless struggles, and I want you to know that I appreciate every single one of them. That’s why I’ve gone to such lengths to fulfill your wishes. I even faked a paternity test just to shield you and your son from any harm. I kept my wife in the dark to protect your dignity. I’ve let my own marriage suffer, allowing Arabella to feel abandoned and tormented.”

Jayceon’s gaze bore into hers, a mixture of regret and resolve. “Georgina, I can offer you and your son as much support as I can muster, but I will not sacrifice my marriage. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

As his words sank in, Georgina’s composure shattered. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she raised her left hand, trembling with emotion. “Jayceon, just look! What do you see?”

The moment Jayceon’s eyes fell upon the wedding ring adorning Georgina’s finger, his expression turned to stone, frozen in disbelief. A wave of realization washed over him, and he instinctively reached out, his fingers brushing against her skin as he sought to remove the ring. “How on earth do you have my wife’s wedding ring?”

Georgina recoiled, stepping back as if to shield herself from the confrontation. “Jay, it was Arabella who took this off herself and handed it to me. Surprising, isn’t it?”

Jayceon’s eyes darkened with a storm of emotions. He advanced, gripping Georgina’s wrist with a force that made her wince as he yanked the ring free. The pain shot through her hand, amplifying her sobs. “Jayceon, your wife doesn’t want you anymore!”

“Enough!” he barked, irritation flaring in his chest.

In a frantic motion, he pulled out a tissue, obsessively wiping the wedding ring as if it were contaminated. Arabella was a perfectionist; she loathed anyone touching her belongings. The very thought of her reaction filled him with dread.

Georgina, sensing his turmoil, felt a surge of defiance. She surged forward, grasping at Jayceon with desperation. “Jay, the one you truly love is me—not your wife! Look closely; even the wedding rings don’t match!”

Jayceon shoved Georgina away, hastily stuffing the ring into his pocket. It was true; his and Arabella’s wedding rings were not a matching pair. He hadn’t been involved in the planning of their wedding at all—Arabella had orchestrated the entire affair.

He recalled the day vividly: his assistant had picked out the rings, even asking if he wanted a matching set or just a simple diamond ring, and at what price point. His response had been apathetic: “Whatever.”

A pang of regret pierced through him as he remembered the sheer joy on Arabella’s face when he slid the ring onto her finger. It felt as though a heavy weight had crashed onto his heart, leaving him gasping for breath.

Just then, a knock broke through his thoughts as the driver entered the room. Jayceon pointed sharply at Georgina. “Pack her things. Send them back immediately!”

Without another word, he snatched the divorce papers and a bank card from the coffee table, making his exit.

Kayla spoke up, her tone apologetic. “Arabella has gone abroad for further studies. She’s not home right now.”

The revelation hit Jayceon like a punch to the gut. “Mom, when did this happen?” How could he not know his own wife had left the country?

A wave of despair washed over him.

Kayla, sensing his distress, gently tugged on Roderick’s arm and stepped aside to let Jayceon enter. “Come in, dear. Would you like some water?”

Roderick’s voice was cool, almost distant. “Jay, it’s been a while since you visited. Since Arabella isn’t here, we have some things we’ve been meaning to discuss with you.”

Jayceon settled into a chair across from Arabella’s parents, his demeanor shifting to one of humility and respect. “Dad, Mom, please, share whatever is on your mind. I’m here to listen.”

Roderick let out a heavy sigh, his expression softening. “Jay, you’re a good man. The Palmer family owes you a great deal for everything you’ve done for us over the years. We remember it all.”