"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.

Nelson would definitely question her. She really didn’t have

despite her worry, she started her engine and made the

was empty when she arrived. She sped up the stairs, locked the bedroom door behind her, and then headed to the

was vibrating rather insistently on the table. She picked it up, and froze as she saw her

herself, and took a long, calming

Melinda in what felt like forever. He had dialed her number several times already, but he

wife

dialing Yulia’s number next when his ongoing call was

hoarse from all her crying, but in his relief, Jonas wasn’t able to

"I’ve been calling you so many times, why did it take you so long

feeling a tad too sensitive at the moment. And in light of her

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

moment that he realized something was wrong. Very

all," he said carefully. "Is everything all right, Mellie? Are you unwell?" His mind was already racing with the possibilities. ‘What happened? Wasn’t she all right this morning? Did something happen when

Melinda’s voice was weary and cold. She sounded as if the past few days they shared in bliss

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

his memory, every time his wife was upset, it always had something to do with the actress. Perhaps

reasons he had been trying to reach his wife in the first place anyway. He had

talking face to face, Jonas would have known what an utterly terrible idea it was. It was exactly the wrong thing to say at the moment. If Melinda were with him now, he would have

the phone. ‘So a

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

lying to her face. To say she was disappointed would be a great

more times than she cared to count. It had become a cycle, and she had always

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

do but to break everything

desk in his office and still holding the phone, Jonas came to the

had to see his wife immediately. He made a grab for his car keys and

documents in his arms, meant to be delivered to his boss’ table, when he saw the

scowl, and his secretary could only

could have possibly happened? His boss had

and the Gu's mansion usually took one hour,

only mid-afternoon, so everyone at the residence was surprised when he burst

snacks by Gavin. She had mixed feelings about having to face his

done, and she could not help the terror she felt

end, and

frantic brother’s direction, and her quiet guilt became useful in doubling as innocence

wife?" Jonas demanded, his

knew the two women went out earlier,

gaze darted towards Yulia as well, and she knew he was about to

today!" she spat at her brother. Everyone, including the servants who were quietly minding

darkening. "What the hell are you

but she gritted her teeth. "We know

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