Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Chapter 102

Melinda was cold to her husband the whole night, and it wore on his already fragile state. He wanted to vent his emotions somewhere; they were becoming too heavy for him to carry for much longer.

But every time he felt like he could no longer bear it, every time he moved to do something, the memory of the past afternoon reared its head like a glowering beast ready to devour him.

Then he would grow somber, and become dispirited, and would always end up retreating back into his own room.

The place had been his bedroom not so long ago.

But as he stood there, he had the vague sense that it didn’t belong to him anymore, didn’t welcome in the way it always did in the past. The walls were painted a light of slate gray, and gave off a cool, sort of emotionless atmosphere to the room.

He had few personal belongings left here; he had brought most of them with him to Melinda’s room. In fact, this room had been rather empty for a while now. Only servants would come up regularly to clean.

Jonas sat at the edge of the bed and ran his hands down his face. Then he flung his body back on the covers, arms out, and stared at the ceiling.

The room felt cold. Was it always this cold in here? He hadn’t felt this cold since he started sharing a room with his wife.

He missed the warm, cozy feeling he would always have once he stepped in there. A faint scent of her shampoo or her lotion would always linger in the air, in the pillows she slept on. The sight of her cluttered desk always brought him comfort, despite the disarray.

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Emily’s parting words echoed in his mind. Jonas hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a sequence of numbers.

"Jonas." Emily answered his call almost immediately.

"Are you free right now?"

Although his tone was still cold and a little hostile, Emily took it as a good sign. She honestly doubted he would never call her at all, but there it was.

She would be stupid if she didn’t take advantage of that opportunity. Maybe she could worm her way into his heart again.

She knew all too well how badly her presence could strain Jonas's marriage; if she played her cards right, she could widen the rift between the couple, and Yulia could land the finishing blow.

"Yes of course," she answered hurriedly, afraid that he might change his mind. Realizing she might come off as desperate, she changed her tone and tried to sound coy. "Would you like to meet up?"

"Yes." Jonas's answer was curt, and his voice terse.

He couldn’t get anything done even if he wanted to anyway. The documents were sent over from his office, but he wasn’t in the right state of mind to be dealing with business at the moment.

He was consumed by yesterday’s events, and since he could not distract himself from those horrid thoughts, he decided he might as well dive into it.

And his muddled brain inferred that in order to understand the inner workings of a woman’s mind, perhaps he needed to speak with a woman.

It was just that the woman he needed to be communicating with had shut herself off from him.

"I’m guessing you’re in a bad mood," Emily said carefully. "What do you say we go to a bar? I know somewhere that's really cozy and private. You can unwind and relax there without worrying about a thing."

of thinking straight anyway. Emily then gave him the name and address of the place, and he

him straight to Melinda’s

the villa, the tires of his black sports

bar was "private," it was packed with what looked to be a very

entered, heads turned to his direction, eyeing him up and down as he strode to the bar counter. Women in various groups of three or five

Tea," he ordered as soon as he reached

dress sidled next to him. "Why don’t you try some Stay Out

of vulgar invitation. Stay Out Tonight was, in fact, a rather strong drink, and not a lot of people could hold it

drink alone was enough to make the weaker ones

look of disgust once, and then ignored her. The bartender said nothing as he prepared the drink that was ordered

aiming at, so he motioned for the

to burn the throat as it went down, but Jonas

point that he may not be able to

well past his meeting time with Emily, but

numb against all the angst he was holding inside. He slammed

like another refill, sir?" the bartender asked warily. 'Can he handle some more? Won't anything happen to him later on if

in alcohol—and the bartender had indeed seen many such scenes throughout his

out and grab his yet untouched refill of whiskey. He imagined the woman must have chucked the drink herself in

eyes wide to get a good look at

throat was on

right?" the bartender asked her as she kept on coughing, and then handed her a glass of

"Hey, here you are!"

the bartender for another glass of whiskey, and this time the latter was prompt with his refill, no longer worried. Company had come for the drunk

have any empty seats out there?" Emily leaned over the counter as she asked. "Please arrange a booth

out her order, and a platter of fruit and a bottle of wine was brought

had a perfect view of what was going on down on the floor, where a performance of some sort went on, but he didn’t give a damn. To him, they just happened to change

I was late," Emily said in a

better after her awful coughing fit. The truth

Jonas asked, his senses impeded by all the

it, and repeated herself calmly. She didn’t stop him from downing

music started to get louder, until they had to lean closer to each other

in his ear. "Let’s

noise. His head was aching, and the room was spinning. He struggled to get his

to the music. Jonas only stood there and narrowed his eyes. A crowd of dancers came between them, and in the blink of

One of the girls curled her arm around

smiled to herself in satisfaction. It was obvious Jonas wasn’t used to this kind of scenes, with all

ear. "Jonas, there are too many people here. Should we hold

didn’t react to what she said. He only looked around once, and reluctantly let Emily hold on to his arm. At that,

began to play some fiery beat, and

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