Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

The change was both pleasant and frightening.

Jonas's heart skipped a beat when he saw the uncertainty in Melinda's eyes. He didn't realize that he had been cruel to her until now. He was ashamed of himself when he saw Melinda's eyes widen with shock every time he was nice to her.

Melinda was oblivious to what was going on in Jonas's head. He continued to walk, interlacing his fingers with hers as a mysterious smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Melinda went to the bathroom to change. She splashed cold water to her tired face and quickly brushed her teeth. She quickly slipped on a comfortable pair of pajamas and walked out. Her gaze flitted to Jonas. He had unbuttoned his shirt and rolled his sleeves up. His expensive watch was dazzling under the bright lights, emitting a soft glow on his face.

His eyes were fixed on the laptop. He looked like he was handling an important task.

His usually cold eyes, seemed to be warm and comforting under the pleasant yellow light. Melinda stopped wiping her hair and continued to gape at Jonas with wide eyes. A drop of water fell on her forehead, waking her from the trance.

"Why are you here?" Melinda asked, breaking the silence.

"We are a couple. We should be sleeping in the same room, shouldn't we?"

Jonas said, without taking his eyes off the computer screen. Although they were in an agreement relationship, Melinda cherished every moment with him. She didn't have the heart to break the comfort zone that they had worked hard to create. Whatever it was that the two of them shared, it was special to her.

"Have you finished taking a bath?"

Jonas put his laptop aside, stood up, and stretched. Seeing that Melinda was drying her hair, he took the towel from her hand. Melinda didn't have the time to process what was going on. The golden light was suddenly blocked as Jonas's white shirt and his chiseled muscles came to view.

She swallowed loudly as a wave of lust washed over her. She bit her lip, resisting her urge to run her fingers across Jonas's sturdy muscles.

Jonas sat on the bed and held Melinda with one arm and dried her hair with the other. Jonas was unskilled and had no idea how to dry her hair. He even tugged a few strands of hair from the scalp in the process.

Melinda's hair ended up looking like a crow's nest but she didn't complain. Jonas got better as he slowed down the pace and reduced the friction. But his shirt was soaked in water.

"I'm going to take a shower. Grab some clothes for me,"

Jonas said as he walked into the bathroom with a towel. His steps were wobbly and Melinda knew why. A subtle blush formed in her cheeks.

In the bathroom, Jonas stood under the shower as the jet of water sprayed on his back, gliding against his flesh. He fisted his hair with his hands as he tried hard to control his raging hormones. He wanted to pin Melinda against the bed and have steamy, passionate sex but he didn't want to make things awkward. His heart began to race and his breathing faltered at the thought of Melinda.

He was in the bathroom for almost an hour. Melinda leaned against the bed as she watched the popular TV series. Her eyelids dilated and she slowly fell asleep with her laptop clumsily resting on her lap.

"Stop looking at the computer all the time. It's not good for your eyes."

was standing, wearing nothing but a towel that effortlessly clung on

a feeling that Jonas was trying

her face. Jonas

squeezed her eyes shut. Jonas was making

your new sleeping style? Oh come on, take them off your face, or you'll suffocate to

goosebumps when she heard

gel filled her

bent forward and pulled the quilt from Melinda's face. He saw that her face had turned red and her hair was splayed across the

sleepy,"

she saw him smiling at

these years. He decided to heed to her request and make up for the lost

"Okay, go to sleep."

and scooted next to her. His hair was still wet, so Melinda stood up and dried his

was thick and coarse. Melinda was exhausted by the time she finished drying his hair. She yawned, put the towel aside,

finished his work and went back to

his eyes in the morning, he saw Melinda sleeping against his chest. He waited

had already prepared breakfast. Melinda followed a skincare regimen, so it took longer for her to get ready. Jonas rested his chin on

go downstairs and have breakfast.

She

"I can wait."

with him. Jonas was constantly bothering Melinda by

fun but she was surprised by the change in his behavior. He was kind, understanding, and listened to her without arguing. Everyone in

the main villa to spend time with Nelson. Melinda always sat down to write in

know if things were

her mind when she thought about Jonas. She decided to

and stared at the screen. She didn't know if she was doing the right

characters. She blinked at her words as the images were looking like a renewed version of

glad to find that a kind-hearted guy was hidden beneath the tough-guy mask that Jonas wore all the time. The past few months had made her

with him. So she decided to write the happy version

the story on a happy note. Melinda's life was far from perfect, and therefore she felt that at least her story deserved a happy ending. In the imaginary world, Melinda didn't suffer. Her life was filled with rainbows and sunshine when she

eyes turned red as she began to relive the days that she had tried

her hand. A lump formed in Melinda's throat as she was overwhelmed by the waves