Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 223

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 223**

In a moment steeped in desperation, Georgina found herself spiraling into self-sabotage, a tactic that emerged from the depths of her anguish, all in a fervent attempt to reclaim her position by Jayceon’s side.

Her mother, Gloria, leaned in closer, her voice a blend of urgency and encouragement that cut through the air like a sharp blade. “You’ve poured your heart and soul into this endeavor, my dear. You cannot simply allow him to slip through your fingers! The Melendez family is one of the most revered names in Zelmere’s High Society. How many people get a chance like this in several lifetimes?”

With each word Gloria uttered, her conviction seemed to swell, filling the small space between them. “The future of your two nephews studying abroad hangs precariously in the balance, and that future rests on your shoulders. If it truly comes down to it, you must heed the formidable old woman from the Melendez family and take that leap of faith.”

A flicker of doubt ignited within Georgina, a small but persistent flame. “Mom,” she replied, her voice tinged with apprehension, “that old woman, Tabitha, is no fool. What if she’s concocting a scheme against me?”

Gloria pressed on, her tone unwavering and resolute. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Georgina! You’ve schemed and plotted for years to reach this point. Are you truly going to throw it all away now?”

Overwhelmed, Georgina rested her forehead against the cool, unyielding surface of the steering wheel. A wave of tension crashed over her, and a headache began to throb at her temples, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil. She had fought tooth and nail to get close to Jayceon, jeopardizing everything to orchestrate this very moment. How could she even contemplate surrender?

Her thoughts drifted back to her childhood, where vivid memories of her mother scavenging for discarded fruit danced in her mind. Under the cover of darkness, Gloria would pick through the market’s leftovers, expertly cutting away the rotten bits and salvaging what she could. A single apple, once whole, would often yield only a small, bruised piece for Georgina and her brother. They had never tasted a full apple growing up; it was a luxury that always seemed just out of reach, a tantalizing dream that eluded them.

Georgina had strived tirelessly to gain admission to college, yet her dreams were nearly shattered when a jealous classmate falsely accused her of theft for merely keeping a pair of dance shoes she’d found. The humiliation of being chased and labeled “poor” by her peers haunted her for an entire semester, until the ringleader finally transferred, granting her a brief respite. In that moment of vulnerability, she made a silent vow to herself: she would become wealthy, no matter the cost.

They often say it’s better to marry into wealth than to rely solely on intelligence. Jayceon represented her golden ticket to a life she had always yearned for, a life where she could finally escape the shadows of her past.

After taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Georgina reached for her purse, her resolve hardening. She meticulously applied her makeup, ensuring every detail was flawless. Once satisfied with her reflection, she leaned in close to Gloria, whispering a secret that only they could share, a moment of intimacy before stepping out of the car together.

An hour later, the atmosphere shifted dramatically as Arabella, Jayceon, Samuel, and Blaire emerged from the restaurant, their laughter and chatter echoing in the air like a sweet melody.

Blaire, ever the social butterfly, pointed toward a gathering of people in the distance. “What’s going on over there? It looks like quite the crowd!”

Samuel, eager for adventure, tugged at Arabella and Jayceon. “Let’s go see what all the fuss is about!”

As they approached, the scene before them unfolded like a tragic play, a tableau of chaos and despair. Gloria lay collapsed on the roadside, and Georgina, tears streaming down her face, was desperately pleading with passersby for assistance.

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