Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Chapter 143

"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.

question her. She

to do about it, so despite her worry, she started her engine and made the long

she arrived. She sped up the stairs, locked

table. She picked it up, and froze as

steeled herself, and took

in what felt like forever. He had dialed her number several

He remembered that his wife was supposed to be out with his

next when his

voice was a little hoarse from all her crying, but in

calling you so many times, why did it take you so long to

tad too sensitive at the moment. And in light of her witnessing one of her husband’s adulterous deeds, she naturally harbored

I have

that he realized something was

racing with the possibilities. ‘What happened? Wasn’t she all right this morning? Did something happen when she went out with

was weary and cold. She sounded as if the past few days they shared in bliss didn’t happen

for something to say. "Mellie, I... I’ve

with the actress. Perhaps

trying to reach his wife in the first place anyway. He

was exactly the wrong thing to say at the moment.

supposed to mean anything?" she shot back over the phone. ‘So a

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

everything, Jonas was still lying to her face. To say she was disappointed would be

in this situation more times than she cared to count. It had become a cycle, and she had always submitted herself to

Jonas

was nothing left to do but to

and still holding the phone, Jonas came to the unmistakable truth that

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

had just entered the reception area with a pile of documents in his arms, meant to be delivered to his boss’ table, when he saw the man himself all

dark scowl, and his secretary could only stare as the elevator doors

boss had

mansion usually took one hour,

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

the living room being served some snacks by Gavin. She had mixed feelings about having to face his brother at

what she had done, and she could not help the terror she felt at

she wanted to see her scheme to the end, and wanted to be

quiet guilt became useful in doubling as

my wife?" Jonas demanded, his face flushed,

madam..." Gavin drifted off as he looked to Yulia. He knew the two women went out

she knew he was about to accuse her of some thing or other about Melinda. She beat

far today!" she spat at her brother. Everyone, including the servants

his expression darkening. "What the hell are

her spine, but she gritted her teeth. "We know you met

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