Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 287

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

**Chapter 287**

“You’re such a troll, always bringing up the sore spot,” Blaire remarked, her voice laced with playful annoyance. The tension in the room was palpable, a thick silence hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

It was Samuel who finally broke the stifling quiet, standing up with a determined look on his face. He hung up on Blaire, cutting off the conversation that had turned awkward.

“Emmett, don’t forget to pour drinks for the two big shots,” Arabella reminded him, her eyes flickering with a hint of mischief. She was keenly aware of the unspoken dynamics at play, the subtle undercurrents of tension that flowed between them all. Her divorce from Jayceon was an open secret, and she felt no need to hide it anymore.

As the evening wore on, the group lingered after dinner, drawn into a few rounds of Poker. Laughter mingled with shuffling cards, creating a lively atmosphere that momentarily masked the underlying issues. The camaraderie continued until Oliver, the ever-dutiful butler from Vance Manor, arrived to escort Julian back home.

Arabella took it upon herself to walk everyone to the door, her heart lightened by the warmth of the evening. However, Edmundo, with his small frame and big eyes, clung to her side like a shadow, clearly reluctant to part ways.

“Dr. Palmer,” Franklin said, lifting Edmundo effortlessly, “I’ve got a business trip next week. Would you mind looking after Edmundo for a couple of days?” His tone was casual, but there was an underlying sincerity in his request.

“Of course! Don’t worry about a thing,” Arabella replied, her smile genuine and reassuring.

**Chapter 287**

Julian shot Arabella a look that seemed to scream disbelief, as if she had just announced she was going to swim with sharks. Not far away, Kimberly sighed deeply, her thoughts drifting to darker places. “If only my brother hadn’t gotten entangled with Georgina, and if only my sister-in-law hadn’t lost the baby,” she thought, her heart heavy with worry.

Samuel, ever the observant one, nudged Kimberly with a playful elbow. “What are you daydreaming about in broad daylight?” he teased, his voice light but his gaze serious.

Kimberly’s expression shifted to one of disappointment. “Sam, you knew all along that Georgina’s baby wasn’t my brother’s. Why didn’t you say so sooner?” Her voice was tinged with frustration, a mix of hurt and confusion.

Standing beside her, Samuel cut a striking figure in his light-colored casual suit, the evening air catching the fabric just so. He had Kimberly’s small, rose-pink bag slung over his shoulder, a stark contrast to the weight of their conversation.

“From the moment your brother hid from Arabella that he was picking up Georgina and vanished for a month, it was clear his heart had strayed,” Samuel explained, his tone serious.

He continued, “Back then, Arabella hadn’t given up on your brother. If she had known that Georgina’s child wasn’t his, she would have clung to hope, leaving her emotionally vulnerable. Once the three of them got caught in that vicious cycle, it would have been Arabella who suffered the most.”

Kimberly nodded slowly, her brow furrowed in thought. “Marriage is too scary. It’s better to just date. Date whoever’s handsome, and if it doesn’t work out, move on to the next one,” she said, her voice firm yet tinged with uncertainty.

Samuel chuckled softly, grabbing the back of Kimberly’s neck gently, guiding her toward the car. “Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, a playful glint in his eye.

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