Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Chapter 143 Useless Explanations

"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.

definitely question her. She really didn’t have any more energy for confrontations

despite her worry, she started her engine and made the long drive

sped up the stairs, locked the bedroom door behind her, and then

came out, her phone was vibrating rather insistently on the table. She picked it up, and froze as she saw her husband’s

steeled herself, and took

had dialed

remembered that his wife was supposed to be out with his sister

dialing Yulia’s number next when his ongoing call was

a little hoarse from all her crying, but in

you so many times, why did

feeling a tad too sensitive at the moment. And

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

this moment that he

right, Mellie? Are you unwell?" His mind was already racing with the possibilities. ‘What happened? Wasn’t she all right this

if the past few days they shared in

say. "Mellie, I... I’ve made a

time his wife was upset, it always had something to do with

had been trying to reach his wife in the first place anyway. He had considered it quite an achievement for himself, and couldn’t wait

have known what an utterly terrible idea it was. It was exactly the wrong thing

shot back over the phone. ‘So a so-called clean break now constitutes a kiss between

the line, but before Jonas could say anything more, she

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

yet... it shouldn’t have been. She had been in this situation more times than she cared to count. It had

on to Jonas any longer. The

was nothing left to do but to break everything off

Jonas came to the

wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but he knew he had to see his wife

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

was wearing a dark scowl, and his secretary could only stare as the elevator

boss had been pleased and rather cheerful

usually took one hour, but Jonas

was only mid-afternoon, so everyone at the residence was

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

done, and she could not help the

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

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

wife?" Jonas demanded, his face

Yulia. He knew the two women went out earlier, but what was with

well, and she knew he was about to accuse her of some

the servants who were quietly minding their tasks nearby,

narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening. "What the hell are

but she gritted her teeth. "We know you met with

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