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.

looking like this, Grandpa Nelson would definitely question her. She really didn’t

her worry, she started her engine and

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

table. She picked it up,

herself, and took a long, calming

forever. He had dialed

remembered that his wife was

Yulia’s number next when his ongoing call was finally

crying, but in his relief, Jonas wasn’t

the phone. "I’ve been calling you so many

too sensitive at the moment. And in light of her witnessing one of

I have to answer

he

"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?’ His eyes

I’m fine." Melinda’s voice was weary and cold. She sounded as if the past few days they shared in bliss didn’t happen

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

time his wife was upset, it always had something to do with the actress. Perhaps such was the case now. He'd better go

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

an utterly terrible idea it was. It was exactly the wrong thing to say at the moment.

she shot back over the phone. ‘So a

line, but before Jonas could say anything more,

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

count. It had become a cycle, and she had always submitted herself to it, never once breaking from

saw the point in hanging on to Jonas any longer. The point had flown out the

left to do but to break everything off

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

sure what to do, but he knew he had to see his wife immediately. He made a grab for his car keys and strode out

his arms, meant to be delivered to his boss’ table, when he saw the man himself all

secretary could only

could have possibly happened? His boss had been pleased and rather cheerful only

offices and the Gu's mansion usually took

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

was in the living room being served some snacks by Gavin. She had mixed

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

to the end, and wanted to be present to deal the final

eyes from her frantic brother’s direction, and her quiet guilt became useful in doubling

demanded,

He knew the two women went out earlier, but

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

spat at her brother. Everyone, including the servants who were quietly minding their

his eyes, his expression darkening. "What the hell are you talking about?"

she gritted her teeth. "We know you met

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