Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 230

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 230**

With fierce determination coursing through her veins, Georgina pushed herself off the floor, her palms pressing against the cool surface beneath her. Frustration surged within her, a tempest of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “Scumbag!” she hissed under her breath, the words barely escaping her clenched teeth, a reflection of her inner turmoil.

In those fleeting moments when Jayceon showered her with kindness, it felt as though he were hanging on her every word, as if her thoughts were precious gems he cherished. But the instant she dared to step out of line, he swiftly reminded her of her subordinate status, leaving her feeling diminished, insignificant, and utterly powerless. Each shift in his demeanor felt like a rollercoaster ride, and she was trapped in the seat, unable to escape.

Her heart raced as fear gripped her at the thought of Number Six—her position in the Melendez family hung by a thread. The dread intensified when Jayceon publicly exposed her intentions, leaving her feeling utterly humiliated, her pride shattered. Overcome with exhaustion, she crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks, a silent testament to her internal struggle.

Today, Jayceon’s demeanor had taken on a chilling quality, a clear indication that he intended to draw a line between them. It was painfully apparent that he was eager to rekindle the affections of that insufferable Arabella. The mere thought made her stomach churn with dread and resentment.

No, she couldn’t allow that to happen. Marrying into the Melendez family was her only ticket to ascending as the matriarch of Zelmere’s most influential household. There was no way she could be sidelined, cast aside like a forgotten toy.

With a surge of resolve, Georgina stumbled to her feet, snatching her phone from the table as if it were a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters. She quickly dialed Tabitha’s number, her mind racing with possibilities and desperate plans, hoping her friend could help her navigate the treacherous waters ahead.

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**Evening, Vance Manor.**

**Chapter 230**

After completing Julian’s treatment, Arabella lingered in the room, her heart heavy with reluctance to leave. The space felt imbued with memories, each corner whispering secrets of her connection to this place, as if it held a piece of her very soul.

Julian, ever perceptive, sensed her hesitation and offered, “If you truly don’t want to face him, I can have a servant prepare a room for you. You are welcome to stay as long as you need.” His voice was warm, inviting, a balm to her troubled heart.

Arabella opened her mouth to accept his kind offer, but just then, Theodore entered, his presence commanding and immediate, cutting through the moment like a knife.

“Dr. Palmer,” he said, his voice even and formal, “Mr. Melendez has been waiting for you downstairs for quite some time. If there’s nothing else, you should return now.” His tone left no room for argument.

Caught off guard, Arabella glanced at Julian, her eyes betraying her uncertainty, before she hurriedly made her way downstairs, the weight of obligation pressing down on her shoulders.

Julian, seated lazily in his wheelchair, wore black trousers paired with a crisp white shirt that plunged into a deep V, his posture relaxed yet alert. His narrow eyes were fixed on the doorway, and as she approached, his voice, rich and low, teased the air, “Grandfather, did you really just send my attending physician away?”

Theodore’s expression remained stern, his brows knitted in concern. “Julian, Dr. Palmer is the daughter-in-law of the Melendez family. You need to tread carefully.” The warning was clear, laden with unspoken history.

Julian scoffed, dismissing the warning with a wave of his hand. “I don’t care whose family she belongs to. When she’s here, she’s mine.” His defiance hung in the air, a challenge to the world around him.

With a swift motion, Theodore swung his cane and tapped Julian on the back, a gesture of both reprimand and familiarity. Julian, accustomed to such interactions, didn’t even flinch.

“I know you’re holding onto a grudge,” Theodore continued, his tone firm but laced with care, “but you’ve just returned to the country. You have no idea what’s brewing in Zelmere.” His gaze was penetrating, as if trying to pierce through Julian’s bravado.

He elaborated, “Among Zelmere’s Eight Great Clans, the Clemons and Melendez families have long been intertwined, united by shared interests. The Brennan family has also forged close ties with the Melendez over the years, and the Hamilton family is linked to the Brennans through marriage. A move against one of these clans sends ripples through them all. The dynamics are incredibly intricate.”

Theodore paused, letting his words sink in. “That Melendez boy may appear reserved and courteous, but believe me, he can be ruthless and unforgiving when provoked. He’s even more formidable than his grandfather. Since taking charge, he has transformed the Halberton business empire in mere years, establishing the Melendez family as the most influential in the city. Proceed with caution.”

Julian let out an ambiguous scoff, a mixture of disbelief and defiance. “He can’t even manage one woman. Is he truly as formidable as you claim, Grandfather?” His tone was laced with skepticism, a challenge to the wisdom of his elder.

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