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.

without any warning she forcefully pushed the man near the front. The man

he swept Melinda to the side, out

when he raised his head

as he looked back to where he stood only moments ago. The people in that area only looked at each other; they hadn’t seen anyone

mood improved, and that small incident luckily didn’t dampen

was someone who knew who the culprit was. Jonas saw everything

was shaking a little. She had a fairly good idea who might have pushed that man. There were very few people who would love to see

hold around her waist. "Stay with

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

and this

brief respite, however, because it was soon time for them to dance the first dance. Melinda’s nerves began to spiral again; she didn’t want to make any mistakes and drag

splendid dancer, and he led

in fact feeling on edge since earlier that night. Now that Melinda was in his arms, he could barely contain

their audience. By the end of the dance her face was

of her yet, and she grabbed

laughter. He perched his chin on

even though her face was still burning. "No, I’m not. I’m just tired! My feet hurt,

again, and Jonas felt an irresistible urge to kiss her pouting lips. His grandfather’s laughter

Nelson’s side, the people flocked to them yet again, gushing about how perfectly suited they were with each other. The elder man was grinning with pleasure

in another part of the mansion, Yulia stormed into her bedroom. After that failed fiasco, she made a

sight of her thunderous

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

her bed. Her pillows and

was angry would be an understatement. Yulia was consumed with envy and fury. Tonight was supposed to be the time she

in the limelight, and she was again brushed off to the side, where she had been all her life. She grabbed one of

on her face; 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

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

is it?"

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

before clearing out a path in her whirlwind of a room and making a little effort to

she was no longer expecting anyone

complimented his figure and straight posture very well. He had

he turned to Yulia, she noticed a hint of shrewdness dancing in

He gave a little bow in greeting. "How gracious of you to accommodate me

Yulia, grinning as the

but I’m afraid I cannot take it," Yulia said demurely, fluttering her lashes in an effort to

I got it especially for you. If you will not accept it then I fear I

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