Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 95

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

**Chapter 95**

Jayceon cast a furtive glance at Samuel, the weight of his words hanging in the air. “So, she asked you to help convince me to get a divorce?”

Samuel leaned back, a sardonic smile creeping onto his lips. “You’re only partially correct.”

With a resigned sigh, Jayceon tilted his head back and downed the glass of wine in one swift motion, the rich liquid sliding down his throat.

His fingers, strong and well-defined, played with the now-empty glass, his expression a mask of unreadable emotions. “Putting Georgina and her son aside, I assure you, there are no fissures in my marriage with Arabella.”

Samuel responded with an exaggerated eye-roll, his frustration palpable. “But the rift that Georgina and her son have carved between you and Arabella is wider than the Grand Canyon. Are you really sure you can manage this?”

Jayceon turned away, sinking back into the comfort of the sofa, pouring himself another generous glass of wine. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. “Arabella has relied on me since her childhood. If I just give her some space to cool off, she’ll come around. She always does.”

Samuel settled into the armchair across from him, his demeanor shifting to one of concern. “Oh, she’s come around, alright. In fact, she told me tonight that if she had known you’d treat her like this, she would have preferred to marry me back then.”

Jayceon’s hand, poised to raise the glass to his lips, froze mid-air as the weight of Samuel’s words sank in.

Samuel continued, his tone earnest, “Jay, think about it. That girl, Arabella, has spent her life following us, growing from an innocent child into a stunning young woman. You married her! She’s adored you for as long as she can remember, calling you ‘brother’ for over two decades. You shouldn’t inflict this kind of pain on her for Georgina, nor should you give her the silent treatment.”

Jayceon’s brow furrowed. “Did Arabella confide all this to you?”

Samuel leaned forward, his expression serious. “She shared even more than that.”

The two men locked eyes, and Samuel’s voice dropped to a hushed tone. “She said if she can’t get a divorce, she’ll kill herself.”

A chilling silence enveloped the room, and Jayceon’s expression gradually turned to stone.

He averted his gaze, placing the glass down with a clink before fumbling with a cigarette pack, finally extracting one after a few attempts.

As he lit it, a thin wisp of smoke curled into the air, momentarily obscuring his view. “When I married her, I carefully weighed the pros and cons. Over the past three years, I’ve done everything I can to care for her and her family. After our wedding, she could have anything she desired. I have no vices, and I’ve never restricted her. I believed that marrying me brought her more joy than most women experience.”

He paused, his voice dropping. “I acknowledge I mishandled the situation with Georgina and her son, but it’s not as dire as Arabella is making it out to be.”

Samuel regarded Jayceon with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “Does Arabella have to die in front of you for you to take this seriously?”

Jayceon looked down, his expression darkening. “She won’t.”

Arabella’s gaze shifted slowly from the box in Georgina’s hand to meet her eyes, which sparkled with a taunting challenge.

A flicker of anger crossed Arabella’s face, and before she could think twice, her hand shot out, delivering a sharp slap across Georgina’s cheek.

“Smack!”

The sound echoed, and the contents of Georgina’s hands tumbled to the ground, a cascade of embarrassment following.

Arabella’s voice was firm, laced with warning. “Georgina, as of this moment, Jayceon and I are still legally married. Provoking me like this won’t end well for you.”

Georgina, clutching her stinging cheek, struggled to contain her fury. “If I tell Jay you hit me, he won’t just let you walk away from this!”

Arabella, unfazed, pulled out her phone. “Should I call him for you and have him come over right now?”

Georgina’s eyes flickered to the small box that lay discarded on the floor, her panic barely concealed behind a veneer of bravado.

She replied coolly, “Miss Palmer, I was merely trying to be considerate. After all, since my return, Jay has spent most of his time with me. You two haven’t seen each other in ages; I can understand if he feels the need to be intimate with you occasionally to ease your feelings. I certainly won’t be jealous of that.”