Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

The dress looked even more alluring as the light hit hundreds of the tiny crystals sewn into the fabric. It looked like the Milky Way was glittering all over Melinda’s body.

It hugged her every curve, the skirt flaring out at the bottom and swaying at her every step. Her figure gave a sensuous edge to the dress, which was perfectly tempered by her naturally gentle demeanor.

She looked like an accidental temptress who was completely unaware of her lethal beauty.

Jonas was smiling when she walked out of the fitting room, but his eyes had a dangerous, hungry glint to them.

"It’s so beautiful!" Melinda ran a hand over the bodice of the dress as she checked herself in the mirror.

It truly was a piece of art, and as she gazed at her reflection, she briefly fantasized that she was a goddess who had descended upon the mortal world. This was without a doubt even more luxurious than the previous dress.

When the couple returned hand in hand to the banquet hall, all eyes immediately fell on Melinda. Women, in particular, eyed her with venomous envy, Yulia included.

She had fancied this very dress when she saw it on display, but she couldn’t afford it. It was, after all, the only one of its kind.

She had not lamented the loss of the dress since she couldn’t help letting it go, but now the damn dress was on Melinda, and so was everyone’s attention.

Melinda, on the other hand, was squirming inside. She wasn’t used to being the focus of such massive and rapt attention. She felt awkward and embarrassed, and moved a little closer to Jonas.

He gave her hand a little squeeze. "Chin up, chest out, and smile."

His words lent Melinda some confidence, and she heeded his words. When they stood side by side, they were the picture of a perfect couple.

To those who didn’t know Melinda personally, she had been nothing but a wife who was unloved by her husband. But now people were doubting their presumptions, since there was no mistaking the doting tenderness in Jonas’s eyes.

At this point all of the invited guests had already arrived, and the couple walked up to Nelson. The elder was wearing a traditional red suit, which only served to emphasize his festive mood.

He was mostly pleased with the obvious affection between the young couple. Nelson took Melinda’s hand and guided her around the room, taking his time in introducing her, with no small amount of pride, to those in attendance.

By the time the evening was over, nobody would ever mistake Melinda as anything else but a beloved member of the Gu family.

As the evening progressed, Melinda took Nelson aside. "Grandpa, Jonas and I have prepared a little present for you."

She gave the old man a little secret smile, which only made him curious. Jonas nodded to a couple of servants, and a painting was brought into the room. "It is but a small thing, Grandpa, we hope you wouldn’t mind."

When the painting was unveiled, it arrested the attention of everyone in the room. Nelson himself was wearing a pleased grin, and Jonas was beaming at Melinda.

It was clear that she painted it herself. The people milling around the painting began to praise her talents, while the two men in her life were nodding contentedly behind her.

In a far corner of the room, Yulia was seething. She happened to also have prepared a painting for her grandfather, only she bought the damn thing.

If she were to present it in the wake of Melinda’s ridiculous display, then she would only embarrass herself. She couldn’t stand how things were turning out; even now that bitch was surrounded by everyone.

any warning she forcefully pushed the man near the front. The man lost his balance, and was soon hurtling

a beat. With a subtle movement, he swept

when he raised his head to try to get up, his face was red with fury

man shouted as he looked back to where he stood only moments ago. The people in that area only looked

him until his mood improved,

everyone, there was someone who knew who the culprit was. Jonas saw everything that transpired, and he glared

who might have pushed that man. There were very few people who would love to see her make a fool of herself

his hold around her

he wanted to take Melinda away from any further mess, there were still a

wife among the throng, and this arrangement

them to dance the first dance. Melinda’s nerves began to

Jonas was a splendid dancer, and he led Melinda

fact feeling on edge since earlier that night. Now that Melinda

their audience. By the end of the dance her face was blushing a furious

of her yet, and she grabbed the opportunity to bury her

the deep rumble of his quiet laughter. He perched his chin on top of her head. "What’s this, are you

only tease her about, so she immediately stepped back even though her face was still burning. "No, I’m not. I’m just

looking a little sulky again, and Jonas felt an irresistible urge to kiss her pouting lips. His grandfather’s laughter thankfully pulled him back to his senses, and he offered his hand to

again, gushing about how perfectly suited they were with

that failed fiasco, she made a few brief greetings for formality’s sake, and then retired

away when they caught sight of her thunderous

her bedroom door shut she started throwing things, her muffled screams still audible

was done, she plopped on her bed. Her pillows and doll collection

with envy and fury. Tonight was supposed to be the time she knocked that

she had been all her life.

whatever sweet, gentle facade she wore in front of others was long gone. Her hair was a mess from where she pulled during her little

on the pillow was getting firmer and tighter as she fantasized about making Melinda disappear, when a sudden knock on the door pulled her out of

it?"

male voice answered. "I am someone who has known about you for a while now, Miss Gu. I was hoping I might

voice, and Yulia hesitated only for a moment before clearing out a path in

transpired that evening, she was no longer expecting anyone to

his figure and straight posture very well. He had a gentle smile, the reassuring kind, the kind

holding a small box in one hand, and as he turned to Yulia, she noticed a hint of shrewdness dancing in his eyes, hidden ever so slightly

bow in greeting. "How gracious of you to accommodate me under these unexpected circumstances. This is a

Yulia, grinning as the girl’s eyes

demurely, fluttering her lashes in an effort to appear timid and

feigned frown, completely in synch with the little game the girl was playing. "Well I got it especially for you.

Yulia felt flattered, and a little blush crept onto her cheeks as she reached for the box. "Well, we can’t have that, can