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.

would definitely question

her worry, she started her engine and

living room was empty when she arrived. She sped up the stairs, locked the bedroom door behind her, and then

She picked it up, and

took a long,

calling Melinda in what felt like forever. He had dialed her number several

anxious dread came over him. He remembered that his wife was

contemplating on dialing Yulia’s number next when his ongoing call was finally

her crying, but in his relief, Jonas wasn’t able to

"I’ve been calling you so

was feeling a tad too sensitive at the moment. And in light of her witnessing one of her husband’s adulterous deeds, she naturally harbored

time, and my time so free and flexible that I have to answer it every time it rings?" There was a

at this moment that he realized something was wrong.

what I meant at all," he said carefully. "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

I’m fine." Melinda’s voice was weary and cold. She sounded as if the

He scrambled for something to say. "Mellie, I... I’ve made a clean break with

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

place anyway. He had considered it quite an

idea it was. It was exactly the wrong thing to say at the moment. If Melinda were with him now, he would have shivered at the chilly expression on

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

confused silence over the line, but before Jonas could say anything

to her face. To say she was disappointed

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

Jonas any longer. The point had flown out the window a long

was nothing left to do but to break everything

desk in his office and still holding the phone, Jonas came to the unmistakable truth that his marriage was once again falling

knew he had to see his wife immediately. He made

to be delivered to his boss’

and his secretary could only stare

could have possibly happened? His boss had

mansion usually

so everyone at the residence was surprised

some snacks by Gavin. She had mixed feelings

she had done, and she could not help

see her scheme to the end,

her quiet guilt became

my wife?" Jonas demanded, his face flushed, his

Yulia. He knew the two women went out

Yulia as well, and she knew he was about to accuse her of some thing or other

gone too far today!" she spat at her brother. Everyone, including the servants who were

expression darkening. "What the hell are you

chill travel up her spine, but she gritted her teeth.

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