Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 267

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 267**

Jayceon sat hunched over at his desk, his elbows digging into the polished wood, fingers intertwined and pressed against his forehead as if trying to squeeze clarity from his thoughts. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, thick with tension.

His voice, though muffled, resonated with an undercurrent of menace, “Why did it take years of investigating to find such an important clue?” The question hung there, a challenge laced with frustration.

Steve, ever the steadfast subordinate, steeled himself against the intensity of Jayceon’s gaze. He took a deep breath before explaining, “Mr. Melendez, the situation with Vincent and Ms. Carrillo’s ex-husband’s sister was complicated. They were both underage at the time, and without a marriage license, their relationship was essentially invisible to the law. By the time Mark’s tragic accident occurred, both Vincent and the sister had moved on, starting families of their own in different cities. It was simply overlooked.”

Steve continued, his tone grave, “Mr. Melendez, Mark’s case is closed. It’s international, and so much time has passed. Ms. Carrillo is back in the country now, but we can’t definitively link her to Mark’s death.”

Jayceon rose slowly from his seat, his body tense as if preparing for a battle. “Keep investigating,” he commanded, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

Memories of years past surged through his mind—his grandfather’s ominous threats directed at both him and Georgina. The ultimatum had been clear: if Jayceon chose to pursue a relationship with Georgina, he would be stripped of his rightful inheritance, leaving everything to his half-brother, Mark.

Georgina, in a heartbreaking sacrifice, had chosen to marry someone else, leaving the country to secure her future. The weight of that decision pressed down on Jayceon, a heavy burden of regret and resentment.

A whirlwind of possibilities flooded his thoughts, each one more unsettling than the last.

Hours later, he decided to leave work early, the sense of urgency propelling him homeward. Upon entering, he found Victoria bustling about in the kitchen, the aroma of dinner wafting through the air like a comforting embrace. She paused to greet him, her smile a brief reprieve from his troubled mind.

“Is my wife back yet?” he inquired, his voice laced with a mix of hope and anxiety.

Victoria shook her head, “Not yet, Mr. Melendez.”

With a heavy heart, Jayceon made his way to the master bedroom’s walk-in closet. As he rummaged through the depths of the wardrobe, his fingers brushed against a familiar fabric—a blue and white school uniform jacket.

It took him back to a time when he was just a boy, a time when his parents’ arguments had shattered the illusion of a perfect family. He had learned about his father’s infidelity and the existence of a half-brother, a name that had once been synonymous with bitterness and resentment.

He recalled the day vividly, a university basketball tournament during his sophomore year. The sun had shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the court where he played with fervor, sweat glistening on his brow. In the stands, a young boy cheered for him with such uncontainable enthusiasm that he seemed ready to leap from his seat.

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