Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

The silence between the women came to a comforting lull, and the atmosphere recovered a modicum of peace.

"I have been in the Gu family for nearly six years now," Melinda said gently, breaking the quiet. There was no emotion to her voice, no hint of nostalgia, or even a semblance of joy. She said it as though she was about to tell a story that belonged to another person, a story that wasn’t hers.

"In the eyes of most people, I was a living Cinderella, a poor girl who managed to marry into a rich family. Many girls were jealous of me, and they often made their feelings known one way or another."

Melinda had wasted five years being tied to Jonas in a loveless marriage. For the first four years she had been chasing him, and then she had finally realized the truth for what it was: the man she had loved in her best years could never be hers. "A Cinderella," she murmured, and a self-deprecating smile crept into her face. "I was the object of everyone's envy, but what was there to be envious of? What kind of life have I been living all these years? I have become a lesser person than I used to be, shackled to circumstances that only serve me misery."

Even the servants in the main villa, while not all, seemed to be looking down on her. A mistress who was beneath her servants. Such was the life her husband gave her.

"In truth, I was no different from all those other girls." Melinda took a deep breath. She was about to relive all the time she wasted on Jonas, and Queena found herself listening attentively, much to the older woman’s chagrin.

"I fell in love with Jonas at first sight. I kept thinking to myself how nice it must be if I were to earn the love of such a man. He was... perfect, practically. He had all the qualifications most girls our age were looking for in a romantic partner.

Except, perhaps, that he is a little aloof. But that only added to his appeal. He was so out of my league—out of anyone’s, really—so I strove to become better and worked hard in hopes that I might catch his eye."

A sliver of emotion had laced her tone, and a light little smile played on her lips. Even her eyes had curved into little rainbows.

Regardless of everything else, that part of her youth was among her most treasured memories. And in spite of the pain that followed, the emotions she harbored at that time made her feel more alive than ever in her life.

"I did so many stupid things just to try to get close to him. I got myself into a lot of minor troubles, made a lot of questionable decisions... Just so I could keep him in my sight.

That was all it was, at the time. At first, I thought I would be content just watching him from afar, he was just so out of reach. I never expected that our grandfathers had such a connection, and that I would end up getting married to Jonas after all."

She had thought then that life had given her the most glorious surprise. She had thought of little else during that phase, wrapped as she was in blissful oblivion. The only thing that mattered was the fact that she was going to have a place in Jonas's life.

Her own grandfather had voiced out his reservations, but she plowed on willfully and all but thrown herself into the marriage.

Back then, if she had possessed even a third of the sanity she now had, she would never have been so hasty to dive into a world that was so different from the one that she had known before.

Jonas was like an irresistible, magnetic beacon to her young and naive self. She loved him too much, and couldn’t bear even the thought of being apart from him.

She had soon been violently awakened to the cold and bitter reality of where she stood in his life, though. It had always been a source of pain for Melinda to recall those days.

Although she had resigned herself to the sad truth, she always regretted the way her younger self threw away her best years for a man.

Even now, while she nurtured a deep sense of calm, she couldn’t help the strong emotions that seemed to claw their way up to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged.

At that point, Queena had already been listening to her daughter-in-law rather intently. Melinda was a storyteller, after all; she had a gift for capturing people’s attention with words and immersing them into the stories.

Feeling somewhat gratified, Melinda told her mother-in-law everything. She held nothing back, feeling as though her burdens were being eased as she gave voice to all that she had bottled up for the past decade.

her son out of pure love and sheer perseverance. There was

of their university years, Jonas had amounted to nothing more than a clerk in one of the family’s subsidiaries, and no one had known his

had already

it was because of Melinda that her son was slated to inherit Soaring Group. If his grandfather had not asked

gave way for Jonas to learn the ropes in their business sooner than anyone would have had intended,

who had nothing—nothing that mattered significantly anyway—and Melinda came into their lives

felt something within her ease, and she couldn’t help chuckling at Melinda’s antics when she was young.

decisions that

down in the dumps several times, but she had always been hopeful, and never desperate. And she

your Grandpa Nelson tell you all about me?" Queena asked, her face taking on a somber

the belief that love was a fleeting emotion, and always treated it as something dispensable. She had her fair share of romantic tragedy in her own

young and pure love, Queena felt like someone had yanked her off her feet, like the world tilted beneath her, and when she was upright again she was seeing a whole

mother-in-law’s lowered head. The older woman looked... defeated,

briefly marveled at the stark transformation of this woman before her from

took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. Her eyes took on a dark look of self-mockery as

demeanor always gave the impression that the speaker had all of her attention. Queena found herself speaking of parts in her past that were difficult to say, and felt her heart lighten as the

matters anyway. But there she was, sitting on the floor, pouring her heart out to the daughter-in-law she had always kept in contempt—for no real reason, it

Melinda reached out to rub the older woman’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. Queena had led a difficult

baby, on the

of malice that came with that thought, and she waved it off as she spoke, her

be bygones. Don’t be trapped in the past. You now have endless opportunities to devote your passions to your family, or your hobbies,

whispered, and her eyes filled with tears. "I’m so proud of him." He had grown into an excellent man,

things she had done to antagonize her son, and a sob

something occurred to her: there must be something to Jonas’s upbringing that made him become the man who caused her

The floor is cold, and so

around her relationship with Melinda. Their

bed, she

breakfast. Last night had been a heavy episode in their lives, and was sure

lighten the

the kitchen just as everything was bubbling on the stove.

servants were nearby, and helped with the trifle tasks, but all in all it was Melinda

the garden after that to go over his morning exercises, humming to himself with pleasure at the sight

were soon gathered in the dining table, Queena having woken up

as if the previous night did not happen,

asked out of the

the kitchen, Melinda preparing a pot of tea for Nelson after giving instructions to set aside some