Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 87

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

**Chapter 87**

Not long after Samuel had forcefully pulled Kimberly from the confines of the private dining room, Georgina made her entrance, knocking lightly before stepping inside.

The moment Jayceon laid eyes on Georgina, a shadow seemed to fall over his expression, darkening it considerably.

“Jay, please don’t misunderstand,” Georgina hurriedly began, her voice tinged with urgency. “I was just passing through and noticed you here. I thought I’d pop in to say hello, and then I’ll be on my way.”

Jayceon offered a brief nod, his demeanor unmistakably glum, as if the weight of the world rested heavily on his shoulders.

With a cautious step forward, Georgina’s tone softened, almost hesitant. “Jay, I’ve heard Leandro talking about you quite a bit over the last few days. He has tomorrow off. What do you think about having a meal together?”

Jayceon swirled the wine in his glass with a casual flick of his wrist, the crimson liquid swirling like his thoughts. “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving,” he replied, his voice flat. “I have to join my wife to celebrate with the elders.”

At the mention of Arabella’s return to the country, Georgina’s smile faltered, freezing in place as if caught in a sudden frost.

Yet, that moment of vulnerability was fleeting; she quickly masked her disappointment with a practiced smile. “It’s wonderful that your wife chose to come back,” she said, her voice brightening. “In that case, I won’t intrude on your reunion.”

With that, Georgina gracefully exited the private dining room, her posture poised even as her heart felt heavy.

Once she reached the corner of the hallway, she paused, leaning back against the cool wall, taking deep, steadying breaths.

She had intended to use the time while that woman, Arabella, was away to find a way to rekindle her relationship with Jayceon.

Never in her wildest dreams did she anticipate that Arabella would return so soon.

Observing Jayceon’s distracted demeanor just moments ago, Georgina turned away, her resolve hardening. As long as Jayceon continued to hide the truth about the child’s parentage, there would always be a rift between them, and she would remain a viable option.

Meanwhile, at the Palmer family residence, the atmosphere was far cozier. The family of four had just finished dinner, and Arabella was in the kitchen, her hands submerged in warm, soapy water as she washed the dishes, engaging in light banter with her parents.

“Hey, Sis, your phone,” Emmett said, extending Arabella’s phone toward her. She glanced at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, her brow furrowing slightly in confusion.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she dried her hands hastily and stepped into the living room to answer the call.

Arabella pursed her lips, choosing silence over a response.

It was true what they said—when people share a bed, they often start to think alike.

Both Jayceon and Georgina were so self-righteous, so convinced of their own narratives.

Georgina continued, “You allowed me and my child to move into your and Jay’s marital home, even redecorated it for us, left the divorce papers and a bank card behind, and intentionally placed your wedding ring on my hand. You weren’t trying to make us happy; you were merely stepping back to spring forward, deliberately provoking Jay to come back to you. Am I right?”

Arabella fought to suppress the storm of emotions raging within her, retorting, “Georgina, what you should really be focusing on is using your influence on Jayceon. Convince him to divorce me so you and your child can secure your position. Don’t waste your time on me.”

If this were the old Arabella, she would have leaped forward to slap Georgina twice, or at the very least, unleashed a stream of insults until she felt satisfied.

But after the Palmer family’s fall from grace, coupled with three years of a marriage devoid of love with Jayceon, her sharp edges had been dulled, smoothed down by the harsh realities of life.

In Zelmere, the once-spoiled and willful Ms. Palmer was no more. Now, she stood there, a tapestry of scars, a tangled mess of emotions, sensitive and raw.