Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

"Mellie, did I upset you?" Jonas called out as he strode behind his marching wife. It was a spur of the moment gesture; he didn’t expect her to react the way that she did. He had already been unsettled to begin with, and now that he was seeing his wife obviously displeased with something, he teetered on the edge of panic.

For a brief moment he wondered when he started to fear the instances when his wife just walked away without a single word.

He finally caught up to her, and reached out for her hand and held it tightly. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice low and heavy with some unnamed emotion.

Melinda turned to look at him, and said with utter indifference, "I hope this doesn’t happen again."

Jonas felt his breath hitch. There was no mistaking his wife’s disgust, nor the object of such emotion.

The fact that he had no idea how to salvage the situation only made him further disheartened. "I... Yes, I will be more careful in the future."

Melinda turned away from him and looked ahead. His grip was still tight around her hand. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself

She needed to harden her heart, to separate her emotions from the circumstances. She had been burnt many times before, and she would only continue to take painful hits if she revealed her true feelings to this man. "In the future," she repeated his words, saying each one crisply, "we will be divorcing. Just as soon as you get the right to inheritance. Like we agreed to."

She knew, despite being buried deep in her own personal affairs, that Aron and Rey had been more involved in business matters in recent days.

They were no doubt establishing their foothold in the company, making sure Nelson acknowledged their existence and contributions to the family enterprise.

Jonas's hold on her finally slackened. It seemed to him that the place grew colder as soon as the word "divorce" came out of her mouth.

He felt tight on his chest and found it hard to breathe, so he tugged at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to loosen it, with no small amount of irritation. "It's up to you," he said, his voice cold and hard.

To his wife, however, his answer sounded noncommittal somehow, and it didn’t satisfy her. Well. Enough with this farce. "Let’s go home." She matched his cold tone, not bothering to look back even once.

He didn’t reach for her again.

It was already eight o’clock when they arrived back at the mansion. It was well past dinner time, but the main villa was still lively.

Emily sat lounging on the sofa with Queena, reading fashion magazines. Across the living room table, Yulia was peacefully nibbling on a bowl of fruit while browsing the internet as per her usual hobby.

Attuned as she was to the dynamics of the household, she could sense something wrong as soon as her brother and his wife entered the foyer. 'Did they have a fight?'

She decided to prod. With fake cheer, she called out to her brother. "Oh, Jonas, you’re back. Aunt Queena had some dinner prepared for you in the kitchen."

At that, the other two women raised their heads from their magazines to look at the young couple. Emily, in particular, looked at them with an innocent expression on her face.

The truth was that all evening her attention had been towards the driveway, anticipating Jonas's arrival the entire time. She had known they were back the moment their car drove through the gates.

said in a reprimanding voice. "Did you

had put down the magazine she was reading, and directed a hostile look at

of silence before he managed to read her intent. He scrambled for an excuse. "I had something I needed to deal with. I asked Melinda to accompany

back. She never really wanted to risk her brother’s temper any

ahead and left the mansion. Didn’t you already know we have a guest in the residence? Don’t you even know the

bring herself to be angry

said nothing, in spite of being insulted by her mother-in-law in front of other people—a sister-in-law that despised her, and her husband’s old flame. And lest anyone forget—in front of her very own husband. Her face remained

glee. She always loved witnessing Melinda

the thing between Emily and my brother was all in the past," she said to Melinda in a fake, cajoling tone. "You must let go of your grudges

It was no secret that

her brother said, looking at her pointedly. There was a heavy warning in that single word, and she shrank back in her seat immediately. It was Emily’s turn to step in and manipulate the conversation. "Yulia

two conniving women under her nose. They were really

Emily

young naive," Melinda finally spoke. She kept her tone civil, but couldn’t help the haughty edge to it. She tilted her chin slightly upward, as if to emphasize

probably wouldn’t

a regal

room. She mentioned no names, and still everyone present

Beside her, Queena’s displeasure at Melinda’s attitude also showed in the older woman’s

you dare change the subject! It seems like

blatant bullying, and her response was classy and civil, contrary

I’m sure that mother-in-law and sister-in-law are more than capable of entertaining your esteemed

throb at her temples, and she reached a hand to rub

grabbed at the chance to retort, her brother’s earlier warning seemingly thrown out the window. "If you were

stuck a finger to the air, and was pointing at Melinda rudely as she spat out her accusations. She was disappointed

look at her, and only continued to rub at her temples. "Your brother knows all too well how I’m really feeling. My head is killing

Emily, shooting her with a weary glance. "Miss Bai, I do apologize. You can come visit

walked to her room, leaving her husband to deal with the aftermath of their fun

well," Jonas said, rather absentmindedly. "She needs a good rest." Without waiting for anyone to say another word, he called for Gavin, asked for something light to be prepared and sent

rear its head. Her fingernails dug into the palm of her hand, and

Jonas turned to her. "I’ll ask Gavin to arrange a driver to take

of asking her—politely—to leave.

She sniffed at her son, and then looked at their guest warmly. "There are dozens of spare rooms in this mansion. And it is rather late;

heavy single-word warning. Queena knew that tone. And she knew her son well

her lips and decided to let the matter go this time around. "It’s all right, Aunt Queena. I’m so sorry for overstaying my welcome. I have

you are! Well it isn’t safe

my wife." Jonas's tone implied that he was at the end of his tether, and the smiles among the women