Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 229

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

**Chapter 229**

Blaire entered the dimly lit room with a swagger that radiated unsettling confidence, her presence casting an ominous shadow. She strode toward Georgina, who lay curled up on the bed, her body trembling as if caught in a storm. “I came to see if she’s dead yet,” Blaire announced, her voice dripping with contempt, a smirk playing on her lips.

Jayceon stood at the threshold, his eyes darting between the two women. The sight of Georgina, vulnerable and broken, ignited a protective instinct within him. He opened the door wider, allowing Blaire to saunter in, her demeanor exuding entitlement and malice.

With a piercing gaze, Jayceon confronted her, “Did you do this to her?” The weight of his words hung in the air, a challenge laced with concern.

A wicked glimmer flickered in Blaire’s eyes, a spark of cruelty that sent a shudder through Jayceon. “She had the audacity to send Arabella a funeral wreath. She’s lucky I didn’t take her out just for kicks,” Blaire shot back, her tone sharp as a knife, reveling in the chaos she had created.

After delivering her venomous tirade, Blaire spun on her heel, exiting with an air of satisfaction, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to suffocate the room.

Jayceon closed the door with a definitive click, the sound echoing ominously in the stillness. He approached the bedside, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his tailored suit, his posture exuding authority and control.

Georgina remained huddled beneath the covers, a fragile cocoon of fear. After a moment of silence, she cautiously peeked out, her wide eyes locking onto Jayceon, who stood there like a silent guardian, his gaze unwavering and intense.

“Jay, please, let me explain,” Georgina’s voice trembled, a mix of guilt and desperation threading through her words.

Jayceon nodded slightly, his expression inscrutable. “Take your time.”

Feeling a flicker of hope ignited by his calm demeanor, Georgina struggled to sit up, the sheets slipping from her shoulders like a forgotten shield. “Jay, I called you so many times yesterday, and not once did you answer. Do you even realize how everyone in the hospital is cursing me and my mom right now?” She felt the indignation bubbling within her, fueled by the weight of the rumors swirling around her.

“Your wife is spreading vile rumors, claiming I’m your kept lover, a mistress, a homewrecker who seduces married men. They’re even cursing my mom and you!” The desperation in her voice was palpable, each word laced with anxiety.

Jayceon’s brow furrowed, his voice steady yet probing, “What does this have to do with you getting hurt today?”

Georgina’s anxiety surged as she struggled to articulate her thoughts, “I know what I said on the street that day was harsh, and it angered your wife. I thought if I bought some flowers and came to see her, I could sincerely apologize and beg her to stop the rumors.”

Tears began to well in her eyes, and she choked on her words, “But your wife made me wait in the hallway for over an hour, and then Blaire…” Her voice faltered as she recalled the torment.

“Blaire knew I’m terrified of heights. He tied me to a high-altitude ride just to torment me. In the end, he even strapped me into a helicopter, attached a rope to me, and pushed me out the door.” The recollection sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling as the fear washed over her anew.

“Blaire is a total psycho. He tortured me in every conceivable way. I thought I was going to die at his hands. Jay, I’m so scared, boo hoo…” Her voice turned into a whisper, a plea for comfort as she reached out for Jayceon’s arm, her desperation evident.

Yet he subtly shifted away, maintaining a stoic demeanor, his expression hardening.

“Georgina,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding, “there are some things I need to make crystal clear to you.”

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