Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Melinda was cold to her husband the whole night, and it wore on his already fragile state. He wanted to vent his emotions somewhere; they were becoming too heavy for him to carry for much longer.

But every time he felt like he could no longer bear it, every time he moved to do something, the memory of the past afternoon reared its head like a glowering beast ready to devour him.

Then he would grow somber, and become dispirited, and would always end up retreating back into his own room.

The place had been his bedroom not so long ago.

But as he stood there, he had the vague sense that it didn’t belong to him anymore, didn’t welcome in the way it always did in the past. The walls were painted a light of slate gray, and gave off a cool, sort of emotionless atmosphere to the room.

He had few personal belongings left here; he had brought most of them with him to Melinda’s room. In fact, this room had been rather empty for a while now. Only servants would come up regularly to clean.

Jonas sat at the edge of the bed and ran his hands down his face. Then he flung his body back on the covers, arms out, and stared at the ceiling.

The room felt cold. Was it always this cold in here? He hadn’t felt this cold since he started sharing a room with his wife.

He missed the warm, cozy feeling he would always have once he stepped in there. A faint scent of her shampoo or her lotion would always linger in the air, in the pillows she slept on. The sight of her cluttered desk always brought him comfort, despite the disarray.

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Emily’s parting words echoed in his mind. Jonas hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a sequence of numbers.

"Jonas." Emily answered his call almost immediately.

"Are you free right now?"

Although his tone was still cold and a little hostile, Emily took it as a good sign. She honestly doubted he would never call her at all, but there it was.

She would be stupid if she didn’t take advantage of that opportunity. Maybe she could worm her way into his heart again.

She knew all too well how badly her presence could strain Jonas's marriage; if she played her cards right, she could widen the rift between the couple, and Yulia could land the finishing blow.

"Yes of course," she answered hurriedly, afraid that he might change his mind. Realizing she might come off as desperate, she changed her tone and tried to sound coy. "Would you like to meet up?"

"Yes." Jonas's answer was curt, and his voice terse.

He couldn’t get anything done even if he wanted to anyway. The documents were sent over from his office, but he wasn’t in the right state of mind to be dealing with business at the moment.

He was consumed by yesterday’s events, and since he could not distract himself from those horrid thoughts, he decided he might as well dive into it.

And his muddled brain inferred that in order to understand the inner workings of a woman’s mind, perhaps he needed to speak with a woman.

It was just that the woman he needed to be communicating with had shut herself off from him.

"I’m guessing you’re in a bad mood," Emily said carefully. "What do you say we go to a bar? I know somewhere that's really cozy and private. You can unwind and relax there without worrying about a thing."

the name and address of the place, and he went to change his clothes after

he was out on the hall, his feet took him straight to Melinda’s

end he turned without doing anything and left the villa, the tires of his black sports car screeching as he drove out of the mansion

was "private," it was packed with what looked to

eyeing him up and down as he strode to the bar counter. Women in various groups of three or five huddled and

Island Iced Tea," he ordered as soon as he reached the

strapless dress sidled next

Out Tonight was, in fact, a rather strong drink, and not

smell of the drink alone was enough to make the weaker ones dizzy. It had a

shot the woman a look of disgust once, and then ignored her. The bartender said nothing as he prepared the drink that was ordered and placed it gently on the counter.

of the effect he was aiming at,

as it went down, but Jonas just kept throwing it

amount that he was drinking, the bartender worried at some point that he may not be able to pay for everything he ordered. Luckily, he

but the woman still wasn’t in

finally starting to feel numb against all the angst he was holding inside. He slammed his glass on the counter as he

you like another refill, sir?" the bartender asked warily. 'Can he handle some

seen many such scenes throughout his

to drink alone," came a woman’s soft voice. "Let me drink with you." Vaguely, Jonas saw a hand shoot out and grab his yet

a choking sound, and then there was endless coughing. He finally opened his eyes wide to get a good look at the woman

throat was

handed her a glass of water which she downed

"Hey, here you are!"

time the latter was prompt with his refill, no longer worried. Company had come for the drunk customer, after

over the counter as she asked. "Please arrange a booth for

VIP rooms. Emily gave out her order, and a platter of fruit and

on down on the floor, where a performance of some sort went on, but he didn’t give a damn. To him, they just happened

late," Emily said in a breathy voice.

whiskey, and felt a little better after her awful coughing fit. The truth was that she had been in the bar long before Jonas showed up,

asked, his senses impeded by all the

mind it, and repeated herself calmly. She didn’t stop him from downing more drinks, either, and would refill his glass when it

music started to get louder, until they had to lean closer to each other to hear what they

his ear. "Let’s

His head was aching, and the room was spinning.

and narrowed his eyes. A crowd of dancers came between them, and

of the girls curled her arm around

kind of scenes, with all the people and the loud noise. With great

there are too many people here. Should we hold hands so

didn’t react to what she said. He only looked around once, and reluctantly let Emily hold on to his arm. At that, her grin only

DJ began to play some fiery beat, and the