Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 345

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

**Chapter 345**

Olivia’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer, her confidence radiating like a beacon. “Those old geezers from the Morgan family are practically pushing up daisies. Don’t even think about using them against me!” Her voice dripped with arrogance, the kind that made her seem untouchable.

Arabella, unfazed by Olivia’s bravado, calmly raised her phone to her ear, her tone steady as she replied, “Mrs. Morgan, I must say, your granddaughter is exceptionally defiant. I can’t help but wonder who instilled such audacity in her.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief. She hadn’t anticipated Arabella would be on the line with her grandmother. Panic surged through her veins, and in a reckless rush, she lunged at Arabella, shoving her with considerable force in an attempt to seize the phone.

Arabella had not prepared for such aggression. The unexpected shove nearly toppled her, and as she stumbled, the phone slipped from her grasp, crashing to the ground, the screen shattering upon impact.

As she bent to retrieve the broken device, a surge of anger ignited within her. She looked up at Olivia, her expression fierce, and without a moment’s hesitation, she slapped her across the face.

Olivia recoiled, her hand instinctively flying to her stinging cheek. Shock coursed through her, and she struggled to process the audacity of the act. Arabella, her voice low but firm, warned, “Olivia, if you ever lay a hand on me again, I assure you, it won’t just be a single slap.”

With a final glare, Arabella added, “And don’t forget, you owe me a new phone.”

**Chapter 345**

After delivering her ultimatum, Arabella resumed her stride toward the hospital, her mind racing. She had endured Georgina’s antics for far too long, all in the name of preserving Georgina’s ‘nice girl’ facade, a facade she intended to leverage to expedite her divorce from Jayceon.

For the most part, she had chosen to ignore Georgina’s provocations, holding her tongue unless absolutely necessary. But Olivia? Olivia had been hanging around Georgina for far too long, and it was clear she had begun to view Georgina as a mere pushover.

As Olivia seethed, her teeth grinding in frustration, she glared at Arabella’s retreating figure. “You think you can plot against me? Just wait and see!” she muttered under her breath, her anger bubbling beneath the surface.

When the workday finally came to a close that evening, Olivia had yet to offer Arabella a new phone. Instead, a sleek car from the Morgan family pulled up outside, its polished exterior gleaming in the fading light.

The butler, Oliver, stepped out with a respectful demeanor, addressing Arabella. “Ms. Palmer, Mrs. Morgan has requested your presence.”

Arabella glanced at the open car door, her decision made in an instant. With a resolute stride, she climbed inside, her heart racing with anticipation.

**Chapter 345**

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