Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Melinda took a breath of fresh air. 'Peace and quiet at last.'

She lifted the hem of her dress as she cautiously sat down on a sofa in the patio. This dress was rented, after all, so she had to be careful to return it in pristine condition.

She was alone out here, but still had a good view of the banquet hall and the dance floor. A lot of young couples were twirling around, her sister-in-law included.

Yulia was obviously in her element, lost in the dance and the crowd. People were even starting to notice her, finally.

Melinda wasn’t at all surprised. Yulia had always been a party girl.

Once the song ended, however, her dance partner only thanked her and then walked away. No one else approached her after that.

Yulia was feeling indignant. In her eyes, this was all Melinda’s fault. The men’s mortifying lack of interest in her was all because of her brother’s wife.

She looked around for her nemesis and finally found her sitting alone on the patio, casually watching the other guests. Yulia strode over to the banquet table and grabbed two glasses of wine, and then stomped over to where her sister-in-law was.

As she neared, she became aware just how Melinda’s radiance seemed to occupy the little space. It only pissed her further.

"Melinda," she spat out as soon as she stepped out into the patio. "What are you doing here by yourself?"

Without waiting for an invitation, Yulia sat herself down on a nearby chair, making a point of sitting as far away as the other woman as possible. In truth, Yulia’s feet had been killing her all night.

She had decided to wear stilettos in an attempt to look taller than she actually was, hoping that her added height would gain people’s attention. She was regretting her choice of footwear now, not that she would ever admit it.

"It’s quieter here," Melinda answered. She wasn’t expecting Yulia to find her so soon, much less come and sit with her.

Still holding the glasses of wine, Yulia handed one towards Melinda. The latter took on a wary expression, and did not take the drink.

Melinda was not stupid. In light of recent events, she had grown vigilant of her sister-in-law. There was no way she would ever consume something that had passed through Yulia’s hands.

As if she read her mind, Yulia gave her a reassuring smile. Melinda’s guard only rose even more.

"I wanted to propose a toast to you, for a pulling of a successful social appearance." When Melinda only looked at her, Yulia’s tone grew stern, although the smile was still in place. "Don’t make me lose face, Melinda. A lot of people are watching."

Melinda looked around and found Yulia’s words to be false. There were few people around them, even fewer watching them.

Yulia was a little embarrassed by her movements, but she did not budge. Melinda flashed a regal smile and said, "You know I’m not a drinker." She had already drunk a glass of champagne earlier, and had no plans to take any more alcohol tonight.

Still, Yulia’s outstretched hand did not waver, and Melinda narrowed her eyes at the younger woman. The proper response would have been to not insist on making the other person drink, yet Yulia was still pushing.

Melinda drunk. She expected the latter to make a fool of herself once the alcohol dulled her

worry about. This wine doesn’t even have much alcohol content." The two women were still smiling at each

of the family, you must know that you’ll be attending such occasions in the future.

But she was quite certain she wouldn’t be attending any social engagement in the future.

kept staring at each other in a stalemate when a male voice broke in. "Let me drink that in her place." The

was mussed in a way that seemed careless, but

and his eyes held

was, until she realized the man was turning on his charm for Melinda, who

back to her senses, and she stammered a vague response. The man’s smile

watched this development in anger. ‘Why? Why is

people only cared about appearances, but acknowledging that

extremely hideous. Since she was neither, and only teetered somewhere in

by her jealousy, Yulia ignored the man, rose from her seat, and thrust the wineglass in

me," the man interjected, stepping in between them and effectively blocking Yulia. "Drinking at events is not something that should be

refuse it. Still you

forcing her to take it against her wishes. Let

furious. How dare this man mock her?

to remedy other people’s preconceived notions about her. Despite her efforts, she found out the hard way that in the eyes of the truly rich, she would always be a bastard child born from a woman of lowly background. And now some stranger just waltzed up and taunted her, poking fun at where it hurt the most. She was angry and humiliated beyond words. She narrowed her eyes at the man, her hand trembling with emotion. "You..." Before she could say any further, however, she lost some of her balance on the high heels she had already been

grip, the liquid splashing loudly

dark stain. He calmly took out a handkerchief and dabbed at the stain, to no

done, and it looked to be rather

end up like this?' Realizing what the man was doing, she quickly put down the glasses and reached out

I didn’t mean for this to happen. Let me

don’t think I need any help from you," he said coldly. Melinda finally

Yulia, hoping to settle the matter amicably. "Sir, we do apologize. I assure you, it wasn’t on purpose at all,

glaring at Melinda with unmistakable fury. Melinda could

hand, frowned even deeper, and looked back

seemed to be dressed similarly, but while one looked like

girl now turned back to him. "As I was saying, let me help you with the dry

them shamelessly. Perhaps it was because of their

was undeniably attractive. Either way, Yulia knew she was looking extremely bad

coldly, "there’s no need for your assistance at all. Since this beautiful lady was so kind to apologize on your behalf, even though her efforts are obviously unappreciated, I’ll let this matter slide against my better

learn social etiquette. It would most certainly be of use to you." Then he

also emphasized how