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.

she came home looking like this, Grandpa Nelson would definitely question

it, so despite her worry, she started her engine and made the

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

insistently on the table. She

and took a

He had dialed her number several times already,

came over him. He remembered that his wife was supposed to be out with his sister

dialing Yulia’s number next

crying, but in his relief, Jonas wasn’t able to notice

phone. "I’ve been calling you so many

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

free and flexible that I have to answer it every time it rings?" There was a wealth of sarcasm in her

at this moment that he realized something

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 she went out with Yulia?’

She sounded as if the past few days they shared in bliss didn’t happen

say. "Mellie, I... I’ve made a clean break with Emily earlier

with the actress. Perhaps such was the case now. He'd better

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

had been 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

over the phone. ‘So a so-called

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

Jonas was still lying to her face. To

shouldn’t have been. She had been in this situation more times than she cared to count. It had become a cycle, and she had always submitted herself to it,

Jonas any longer. The

to do but to break everything off

still holding the phone, Jonas came to the unmistakable truth that his marriage was once again

to see his wife immediately. He made a grab for

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 but

wearing a dark scowl, and his secretary could only

had been pleased

mansion usually took one

mid-afternoon, so everyone at the residence was

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

had done, and she could not help the

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

her quiet guilt became useful in doubling as innocence to the incident she had plotted

is my wife?" Jonas demanded, his face

madam..." Gavin drifted off as he looked to Yulia. He knew

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

too far today!" she spat at her brother. Everyone, including the servants who were quietly minding their tasks nearby, paused and stared at her in

his expression darkening. "What the hell are you

chill travel up her spine, but she gritted her teeth. "We know

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