Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Kent instinctively stepped in front of Melinda, his body protectively shielding her. He felt that Jonas had completely lost his control and was afraid that he would harm Melinda.

However, Melinda remained unaffected. She crossed her arms across her chest and smirked at Jonas.

Her eyes darted towards Emily and she shook her head. She felt that Jonas was being a hypocrite. He was annoyed to see Kent with Melinda but he didn't bother stepping away from Emily who was practically hugging him.

Kent glared at Jonas, his eyes fixed on Emily's arms that linked around Jonas’s.

Jonas immediately withdrew his arm. Emily lost her balance, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

She scowled at Melinda almost as if she wanted to skin her alive.

Emily was making use of her sprained ankle to hold Jonas but Melinda's one look was all it took for him to push her away.

Anger was simmering in the pit of Melinda's stomach but she managed to maintain her composure.

That was how Melinda had always been. She was great at concealing her true feelings and Jonas couldn't see the anger and disappointment behind the smile.

His anger spiked when he saw her serene face. How could she remain calm after seeing him with Emily? Was she not hurt to see him with another woman?

Jonas couldn't help but wonder if she loved him or not.

If she truly loved him, wouldn't she be as angry as he was?

Jonas's body was shaking and he felt that his head was about to explode because of Melinda's arrogance.

Melinda ignored Jonas and smiled at Kent. "Kent, that's our table. Let's go inside,"

she said casually as if nothing had happened.

Kent was bewildered. But Melinda walked towards the table before he could question her.

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief. He was scared that Kent and Jonas were going to get into a fight; now he was glad to see them part ways.

Once Melinda left, Emily decided to take advantage of this opportunity to aggravate the issue to break them up.

"Jonas, looks like Melinda has plans with her friend, so why don't we go to our seats? You know it's hard to book a table in this restaurant. It took a lot of effort for me to do it. Please don't ruin this dinner for me." Emily pouted.

Her seductive voice brought Jonas back to his senses. But his eyes were fixed on Melinda.

Their seats weren't too far from each other. Melinda's table was right behind Jonas's and it was separated by green plants. The restaurant had no doors but the tables were separated from each other to ensure the privacy of the diners.

The waiter led Emily and Jonas to their seats. The thick bushes and plants hid Jonas's view and he couldn't see what Melinda and Kent were doing.

Jonas grew frustrated with every passing minute. Emily hated to see his concern for Melinda, so she fisted her palm to suppress her anger.

She understood the power Melinda had over him. Jonas hated to see Melinda with another man because she was important to him. Emily could see that Jonas was slowly drifting away from her.

became important to him. What had she done to win his heart in

of times right in front of Jonas's eyes. But he didn't bother to give her

you

had heard about this restaurant through a friend but had never been here before. She knew that the flavors of the dishes were pretty

Jonas preferred mild food, she decided to leave it up to him. She didn't want to order

don't care. Just order some bottles of

appetite. He hated to see that Melinda treated him like a stranger. His heart was asking him to confront her and ask if she cared about him

and

one of each

hand. His mind was a complete mess and his body was screaming for alcohol to numb

waiter was stunned

bottle. The alcohol content in wine is high in this restaurant and it's not advisable to

bring what I say," Jonas

Jonas's face scared the waiter, so he immediately

see Jonas behave

Melinda intensified and she felt that she needed to do

with alcohol as he was terrified

and gulped down the contents. The alcohol trailed down his throat, leaving a burning sensation. Jonas knew that it was harmful to drink on an empty stomach but he loved pain. It took his mind off the things that were bothering him. He felt as if

beautiful face flashed in his eyes and he

was surprisingly calm. She was behaving as if nothing

"Melinda,"

He knew that she was hurting inside and this was all an act. Melinda usually said a word or

suggested the dishes

others. She had personally tasted

"What's wrong?"

saw Kent looking at her

to say. He could, to an extent,

him. He knew that his actions were a reflection of his love for Melinda but she couldn't see it. If

stupid. If it were him, he would have immediately kissed his wife in front of everyone

attention of several diners and they couldn't stop looking

want to

array of dishes

pudding, and plum wine to complete

at the menu, and returned it to Melinda. "Umm...

"Okay, that's all."

and the pen to the waiter. The owner of the restaurant was Melinda's friend, so the waiter was kind and polite

of the dessert and swallow it down with a sip of wine. It's a divine combination. The owner of the restaurant taught me this

she filled Kent's glass with

a sip of it. He finally cleared his throat and asked what was bothering him for too long. "Melinda, don't you

"To him?"

Kent knitted