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.

reprimanding voice. "Did you really have to miss

a hostile look at her daughter-in-law. Melinda only paused and waited for Jonas

for an excuse. "I had something I needed to deal with. I asked Melinda to accompany

it, and wanted to say as much, but held herself back. She never really wanted to risk

but you really went ahead and left the mansion. Didn’t you already know we have a guest in the residence?

could never bring herself to be

despised her, and her husband’s old flame. And lest anyone forget—in front of her very own husband.

the other hand, was practically bounding in her seat with glee. She always loved witnessing Melinda being thrust into

said to Melinda in a fake, cajoling tone. "You

well that Queena had a mind to set her son up with Emily, after all. It was no secret that if the older woman had her way, she

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 is still young and naive. Please be

looked at the two conniving

she say such things to her? It was as if Emily was the family member in the scenario, and Melinda was

civil, but couldn’t help the haughty edge to it. She tilted her chin slightly upward, as if to emphasize that she was talking to people

she probably

them a regal smile that didn’t reach her

pregnant silence came over the room. She mentioned no names, and still everyone present knew

she felt at the moment. Beside her, Queena’s displeasure at

seems like you really are lacking in proper manners. I will have to ask

her response was classy and civil, contrary to

are more than capable of entertaining your esteemed guest by yourselves. I won’t be disturbing you any

to throb at her temples, and she reached a hand

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

the air, and was pointing at Melinda rudely as she spat out her accusations. She was disappointed to see the other woman unbothered by her words;

her brother’s wife didn’t even look at her, and only continued to rub at her temples. "Your brother knows all too well how I’m

shooting her with a weary glance. "Miss Bai, I do apologize. You can come visit the Gu's

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

absentmindedly. "She needs a good rest." Without waiting for anyone to say another word, he called for Gavin, asked for something

felt the jealousy rear its head. Her fingernails dug into the palm of her hand, and when she smiled

getting late," Jonas turned to her. "I’ll ask Gavin to arrange a driver to

asking her—politely—to leave. Despite his manner, she

warmly. "There are dozens of spare rooms in this mansion. And it is

that tone. And she knew her

"It’s all right, Aunt Queena. I’m so sorry for overstaying my welcome. I have a launch event to attend tomorrow morning

a good girl you are! Well it isn’t safe for a girl

was at the end of his tether, and the smiles among the