Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Melinda took a breath of fresh air. 'Peace and quiet at last.'

She lifted the hem of her dress as she cautiously sat down on a sofa in the patio. This dress was rented, after all, so she had to be careful to return it in pristine condition.

She was alone out here, but still had a good view of the banquet hall and the dance floor. A lot of young couples were twirling around, her sister-in-law included.

Yulia was obviously in her element, lost in the dance and the crowd. People were even starting to notice her, finally.

Melinda wasn’t at all surprised. Yulia had always been a party girl.

Once the song ended, however, her dance partner only thanked her and then walked away. No one else approached her after that.

Yulia was feeling indignant. In her eyes, this was all Melinda’s fault. The men’s mortifying lack of interest in her was all because of her brother’s wife.

She looked around for her nemesis and finally found her sitting alone on the patio, casually watching the other guests. Yulia strode over to the banquet table and grabbed two glasses of wine, and then stomped over to where her sister-in-law was.

As she neared, she became aware just how Melinda’s radiance seemed to occupy the little space. It only pissed her further.

"Melinda," she spat out as soon as she stepped out into the patio. "What are you doing here by yourself?"

Without waiting for an invitation, Yulia sat herself down on a nearby chair, making a point of sitting as far away as the other woman as possible. In truth, Yulia’s feet had been killing her all night.

She had decided to wear stilettos in an attempt to look taller than she actually was, hoping that her added height would gain people’s attention. She was regretting her choice of footwear now, not that she would ever admit it.

"It’s quieter here," Melinda answered. She wasn’t expecting Yulia to find her so soon, much less come and sit with her.

Still holding the glasses of wine, Yulia handed one towards Melinda. The latter took on a wary expression, and did not take the drink.

Melinda was not stupid. In light of recent events, she had grown vigilant of her sister-in-law. There was no way she would ever consume something that had passed through Yulia’s hands.

As if she read her mind, Yulia gave her a reassuring smile. Melinda’s guard only rose even more.

"I wanted to propose a toast to you, for a pulling of a successful social appearance." When Melinda only looked at her, Yulia’s tone grew stern, although the smile was still in place. "Don’t make me lose face, Melinda. A lot of people are watching."

Melinda looked around and found Yulia’s words to be false. There were few people around them, even fewer watching them.

Yulia was a little embarrassed by her movements, but she did not budge. Melinda flashed a regal smile and said, "You know I’m not a drinker." She had already drunk a glass of champagne earlier, and had no plans to take any more alcohol tonight.

Still, Yulia’s outstretched hand did not waver, and Melinda narrowed her eyes at the younger woman. The proper response would have been to not insist on making the other person drink, yet Yulia was still pushing.

matter of fact, Yulia wanted to get Melinda drunk. She expected the latter to make a fool

content." The two women

that you’ll be attending such occasions in the future. Don’t you think you should get used to getting a drink or two sooner than

But she was quite certain she wouldn’t be attending any social engagement

take that drink. They kept staring at each other in a stalemate when a male voice broke in. "Let me drink that in her place." The two women turned to look at the man, who was gazing intently at Melinda. "It

his hair was mussed in a way that seemed careless, but was far too complementary to his looks to be anything

had a magnetic energy surrounding him, and his eyes held an

chest, and she could feel an intense blush creeping into her face. That was, until she realized the man was turning on his charm for Melinda, who for her part

question seemed to pull Melinda back to her senses, and she stammered a vague response. The man’s smile turned into

this development in anger. ‘Why?

appearances, but acknowledging that

extremely attractive, or extremely hideous. Since she was neither, and only teetered somewhere in

ignored the man, rose from her seat, and thrust the wineglass in front of Melinda’s

Yulia. "Drinking at events is not something that should be forced

this lady a drink, and I’ve seen her refuse it. Still you insisted, and so I stepped in to drink

exist at all, and persist yet again on forcing her to take it

dare this man mock her? And with

when it came to her background, she always had been. She knew she was greatly lacking in etiquette, and she had worked hard to remedy that, and to remedy other people’s preconceived notions about her. Despite her efforts, she found out the hard way that in the eyes of the truly rich, she would always be a bastard child born from a woman of lowly background. And now some stranger just waltzed up and taunted her, poking fun at where it hurt the most.

her grip, the liquid splashing loudly on the man’s suit. A tense hush

man only frowned as the wine slowly leeched into his jacket, making a dark stain. He calmly took out a handkerchief and dabbed at the stain, to

was done, and it looked to

was mortified. 'How did things end up like this?' Realizing what the man was doing, she quickly put down the glasses and reached out to

lost my balance. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Let me help you

disdain. "I don’t think I need any help from you," he said coldly. Melinda finally came to her senses. The development of the events was much too fast-paced and quite intense that she just sat

sofa, and tried to step between the man and Yulia, hoping to settle the matter amicably. "Sir, we do apologize. I assure

Melinda could only

on the other hand, frowned even deeper, and looked back and forth

seemed to be dressed similarly, but while one looked like a regal socialite, the other only

now turned back to him. "As I was

were watching them shamelessly. Perhaps it

them was undeniably attractive. Either way, Yulia knew she was looking extremely bad in all this, and

said coldly, "there’s no need for your assistance at all. Since this beautiful lady was so kind to apologize on your behalf, even though her efforts are obviously unappreciated, I’ll let this

It would most certainly be of use to you." Then he smiled at her, but Yulia recognized his

he imply that she was ungrateful, he also emphasized how she was out of place