Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Leo was smiling the entire time he walked behind Melinda to the entrance of the hotel. Especially when he noted how she held her head high and kept her back straight even after the fun little confrontation they had back there.

They stopped near the doors, and Melinda stood on her toes to see through the tall glass windows if there were any taxis entering the driveway.

"This is a rather difficult location to hail cabs, Melinda," Leo said as he watched her strain her neck. "Let me drive you home."

She turned to smile at him. "I would really appreciate that, thank you."

In all honesty he was expecting her to say no, given the fictitious scandal her in-laws seemed to be concocting. Which was why he was pleasantly surprised at her ready response.

Still, she had lost the glow she was wearing earlier in the evening, when they were just enjoying each other’s company and conversation. He couldn’t help saying a regretful, "Sorry."

"You don’t need to apologize for anything," she replied, looking up at him. He saw the sincerity in her eyes, as well as a stroke of inner strength. "It was all my fault."

Well, not really. But Leo wouldn’t have been dragged into the issue if it weren’t for her. Melinda knew that Emily despised her—the sentiment was rather mutual.

And she knew that no matter what she did, or who she was with, or what the circumstances were, the actress would always devise something to put Melinda on the spot and humiliate her.

Leo took on a pensive look. "Madam Gu was a lot different from what I have heard of her." Queena had made a name for herself during her prime.

She was a contemporary of his father’s, and from what Leo had gathered, Queena had always been a woman of strength and an embodiment of class. She had amassed significant accomplishments that helped catapult the Gu family to its currently high position among the ranks of conglomerates.

And yet tonight, the woman herself contradicted her own legend. She seemed like a force to be reckoned with, true, but not in the way that heroines were usually painted.

She balked before Leo, after all, and her actions were all tactless and lacked the grace befitting her social standing.

Melinda knew exactly what Leo meant, and only she said, "She is just heavily influenced by Emily."

There was a bitter taste in her mouth as she spoke the words. She had looked up to her mother-in-law. She never expected that such an intelligent woman would be so easily manipulated by someone so petty and greedy as Emily.

Was the actress really that good? Or maybe it was because Queena was ageing. Nonetheless, Melinda decided she would no longer put up with their bullying.

Leo sensed the turmoil that was going on in his friend’s mind. He tapped her shoulder to get her attention. "I’ll go fetch my car from the parking lot. Wait for me here. It’s too windy outside the building."

He would have offered his coat to her, but a piece of gossip was birthed just a few moments ago, just around the corner where they now stood, and he saw no reason to nurture the rumor.

Instead he gave her shoulder a little squeeze, smiled at her, and went to get his car.

Queena was still glaring at the direction of Melinda’s exit, her eyes displaying a myriad of intense emotions.

"Aunt Queena," Emily said as she came up at the older woman’s elbow, handing her a glass of water she got from one of the waiters. "Please don’t worry about it anymore. It was all my fault; I offended Mr. Liu. Thank you for coming to my defense."

Queena turned to look at her, just in time to see the repentant expression play at the actress' face. "Oh, look at you. Emily, it is you who have been wronged, yet here you are apologizing and comforting me.

because of Melinda. I shouldn’t have brought her to

leave the scene. "Then you must

up things

their car was waiting at the entrance

and as soon as the car door shut, the driver turned in his seat. "Where is the younger Mrs. Gu?" He

snapped impatiently. "Just drive." She slouched on her seat and

not inquire further, and immediately eased the car out of the driveway and headed for

she kept casting nervous glances at the

was a little wary, she

seemed, because the older woman proceeded to give voice to her grievances

she is anyway? She’s just a girl from

so high and mighty in public? She lacks proper manners! All she has

driver struggled not to glance at the backseat on the rear view

better for someone like him to fade into the background

calm herself. If it were up to her, she would have retired for the night after she emerged from the bathroom, but she remembered that Nelson, who had returned from his trip,

wait for the old man’s safe arrival. She barely got to the final steps of the stairs when the

of her daughter-in-law, her fury surged back into

you back so soon. I would have expected you to stay longer with your dear charming schoolmate." She put emphasis on the last three words, glaring

subtle roll of her eye and answered calmly, "I did say I was tired; of course I went straight home. It was hard to get a taxi at the hotel so

might have let herself be demeaned all these years, but she’d be damned if she let these people insult her friends as

their temper was the first

short in cars and chauffeurs. There’s no

I shared the ride back home with you, it would only bring you much discomfort." Something within Melinda had finally snapped, and she no

hands of the Gu family, and had endured ill treatment for so long

idea that Melinda was a true devil before she had married Jonas. She was

looked down her nose on her and sniffed. "Well, it seems like you know your place well. I commend you for recognizing your faults. It’s only natural for me

taking no insult and feeling no humiliation. If anything, her attacks only spurned Melinda on to fight

servants of the mansion. Instead of lingering and spectating, though, they scurried to get themselves out of

the garden, the women’s raised voices could be heard, and Nelson did not miss them as he walked up to the French windows that stood between the living room and

as Melinda finished yelling a

patriarch in shock. The sound of his crutches thudding

like a madam of any respectable family from high society. She looked like a farmer’s wife picking a fight with street vendors

was no mistaking the fire that burned in her eyes. "Grandpa," she

I’ve devoted myself to this family, and it took only a single night for this ungrateful wench to

today, Gavin had reported

about the charity party that Emily had held, and that the three women of the Gu family

suspected that something would happen again; he was not naive to

stance. She looked a little wild, to be honest.