Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 334

**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 334**

Georgina stood there, her heart racing as she stared at her mother, brother, and sister-in-law, disbelief etched across her face. The reality of the moment crashed down on her like a wave, drowning her in a sea of confusion and betrayal.

With her eyes glistening red and a lump forming in her throat, she clenched her jaw tightly, her voice trembling with emotion as she spoke, “Mom, brother, sister-in-law, after everything I’ve done for you, for this family, how can you just turn your backs on me like this?” The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laced with hurt and desperation.

Gloria, her mother, along with her brother and sister-in-law, averted their gazes, guilt washing over their faces as they avoided Georgina’s piercing stare. It was as if they were ashamed to acknowledge her pain, and that only fueled the fire of her anguish.

Suddenly, the sharp wail of police sirens sliced through the tension, echoing from outside like a foreboding omen. The crowd, which had been buzzing with whispers, fell into a hushed murmur, eyes darting toward the source of the commotion.

Georgina, disheveled and frantic, made a desperate attempt to reach out to Jayceon, her heart pounding in her chest. But two imposing bodyguards stood in her way, their presence a physical barrier between her and the man she felt slipping away.

In that moment, a storm of emotions surged within her—rage, despair, and an unwillingness to accept the cruel hand fate had dealt her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as laughter bubbled up, a chaotic mixture of madness and sorrow. She glanced around, her gaze wild, until it finally locked onto Jayceon.

With a manic intensity, she shouted, “Jayceon, don’t think for a second that sending me to prison means you can start fresh with that bitch Arabella!” Her voice echoed, filled with a fierce determination that masked her vulnerability.

She pointed an accusatory finger at him, her voice rising with each word, “You helped me hide Leandro’s identity! You kept it from that bitch Arabella and cared for me and our son at the hospital day and night for an entire month. You even forged a fake paternity test! All the kindness you showed was built on her pain. And now, without me, you think you can just go back to her?”

Jayceon, unable to contain himself, instinctively took a step toward Arabella, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He opened his mouth, but no sound emerged; the weight of Georgina’s words suffocated him.

Arabella caught Jayceon’s glance and, with a dismissive wave of her hand, turned to Blaire. “This is getting pretty dull. Let’s get out of here,” she remarked, her tone dripping with indifference.

Every word Georgina had uttered rang true, an undeniable reality that neither Jayceon nor Arabella could escape. Despite the turmoil, Georgina knew that even if Jayceon were to confront her, she would never go back to him. What had existed between them was now a relic of the past, untouched by the choices of others.

As Georgina watched Arabella calmly attempt to leave, a tempest of jealousy and fury surged within her. She couldn’t accept it; it felt like a betrayal of the deepest kind. In a moment of desperation, she snatched a fruit knife from a nearby waiter’s cart, her heart pounding with a reckless determination.

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