"Yulia, I’m not feeling well." Melinda’s tone was cold. "I’m afraid I can’t accompany you any further."

Yulia knew the reason, of course. She didn’t really need Melinda’s help anyway.

Her purpose was an entirely different matter, and she had accomplished that already.

She didn’t protest, but she could see that the encounter had a physical effect on the other woman.

If they came back to mansion and the rest of the family saw the state Melinda was in, they would no doubt blame it on Yulia. "Let me take you back home."

"There’s no need for that," Melinda’s reply was swift. "You need to continue checking out your shop."

She needed a moment of peace. The bustle of the city was giving her a headache, and she was feeling close to suffocating.

She wanted to explode.

Yulia bit her lip and examined the situation. Her main concern was the certainty that Nelson and Queena would think she had done something to Melinda if she returned like this. She couldn’t let that happen.

"No, it would be better if I stayed with you," she tried again, her intent genuine this time, albeit somehow two-faced.

It gave Melinda pause. ‘It looks like Yulia really cares about me,’ she mused.

But she had suffered enough in the hands of this girl to let herself be fooled over repeatedly. ‘She’s only putting up appearances.’

"I want to be left alone," she told Yulia firmly. The younger girl was too embarrassed to insist any further after such an absolute denial, so she said nothing. Melinda walked away and Yulia let her.

As she passed by the spot where she saw her husband and another woman earlier, Melinda was assaulted by the pungent smell of tobacco and the cloying scent of Emily’s perfume.

The pounding on her temples grew stronger. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, she raised her chin, and walked to the parking lot with her head held high.

As soon as she was seated inside her car, however, her facade cracked, and the dam broke. She hunched over the steering wheel and sobbed quietly.

How many times had she told herself that her husband was never worth crying her heart out? Countless times. Too many times.

And yet there she was, her tears falling uncontrollably as she let her heart be wrenched and gutted yet again.

She allowed herself a good cry, and it took her the better part of the hour before the tears subsided.

The seat beside her was littered with dirty tissues, and the tissue box on her dashboard was almost empty.

She pulled out a couple more sheets, and took a final dab at her eyes. They felt swollen and puffy, and they no doubt looked just how they felt.

She glanced at her reflection on the rearview mirror, and could see that her cheeks were red as well.

She took a sip of water from the tumbler she always packed in her car, and then rummaged for her makeup kit. After a couple of beats, she realized she hadn’t brought it with her, which was a total bummer.

would definitely question

despite her worry, she started her engine and made the long

she arrived. She sped up the stairs, locked the bedroom door behind

came out, her phone was vibrating rather insistently on the table. She picked it up, and froze as she saw her husband’s name

took a long, calming

forever. He had dialed her number

that his wife was supposed to be

dialing Yulia’s number next when

hoarse from all her crying, but in his

sighed gratefully to the phone. "I’ve been calling you so many times, why

moment. And in light

phone all the time, and my time so free and flexible that I have to answer it every time it rings?" There was

he realized something was wrong.

said carefully. "Is everything all right, Mellie? Are you unwell?" His mind was already racing with the possibilities. ‘What happened? Wasn’t

cold. She sounded as if the past few days

Jonas's worry grew. He scrambled for something to say. "Mellie, I... I’ve made a clean break with

always had something to do with the actress. Perhaps such was the case now. He'd better go ahead

reach his wife in the first place anyway. He had considered it quite an achievement for himself, and couldn’t wait to share

have known what an utterly terrible idea it was. It was exactly the wrong thing to

anything?" she shot back over the phone. ‘So a so-called clean break now constitutes a kiss between

the beat of confused silence over the line, but before Jonas could say anything more, she

lying to her face. To say she was

had become

Truthfully, Melinda no longer saw the point in hanging on to Jonas any longer. The point had flown out the

but to break

the phone, Jonas came to

entirely sure what to do, but he knew he had to see his wife immediately. He made a grab for his

the reception area with a pile of documents in his arms, meant to be delivered to

his secretary could only stare as the elevator

happened? His boss had been pleased

usually took one hour, but Jonas

at the residence was surprised when he

come back herself, and was in the living room being served some snacks by Gavin. She

done, and she could not help the terror

hand, she wanted to see her scheme to the end, and wanted to be present to deal the final blow if

direction, and her quiet guilt became useful in doubling

demanded, his face flushed, his

off as he looked to Yulia. He knew the two women

well, and she knew he was about to accuse her of some

really gone too far today!" she spat at her brother. Everyone, including the servants who were quietly minding their tasks

his eyes, his expression darkening. "What the

felt a chill travel up her spine, but she gritted her teeth. "We know you met

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