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.

home looking like this, Grandpa Nelson would definitely question her. She really didn’t have any more energy for confrontations

nothing to do about it, so despite her worry, she started her engine

arrived. She sped up the stairs, locked the bedroom door behind her, and then headed to the

was vibrating rather insistently on the table. She picked it up, and froze as she saw her

and took a long,

forever. He had dialed her number several times

He remembered that his wife was supposed to

was contemplating on dialing Yulia’s number next when

Melinda’s voice was a little hoarse from all her crying,

the phone. "I’ve been calling you so many times, why did it take you so

at the moment. And in light of her witnessing one of her

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

that he realized something was wrong. Very

racing with the possibilities. ‘What happened? Wasn’t she all right this morning? Did

was weary and cold. She sounded as if the past few days

had changed. Jonas's worry grew. He scrambled for something to say. "Mellie, I... I’ve made a clean break

upset, it always had something to do with the actress. Perhaps such was the case now. He'd better go

of the reasons he had been trying to reach his wife in the first place anyway. He had considered it quite an

It was exactly the wrong thing to say at the moment. If

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

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

lying to her face. To say she was

shouldn’t have been. She had been in this situation more times than she cared to count. It had become a cycle, and she had

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

to do but to

holding the phone, Jonas came to the unmistakable truth that

he had to see his wife immediately.

just entered the reception area with a pile of documents in his arms, meant to be delivered to his boss’

and his secretary could only stare as the elevator doors

possibly happened? His boss had been pleased and rather

between Soaring Group offices and the Gu's mansion usually took one hour, but Jonas managed

residence was

in the living room being served some snacks by Gavin. She had mixed feelings about

she had done, and she could not help the terror she felt at

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

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

wife?" Jonas demanded,

madam..." Gavin drifted off as he looked to Yulia. He knew the two women went out earlier,

to accuse her of

her brother. Everyone, including the servants who were quietly minding their tasks nearby, paused and stared at

darkening. "What the hell

her spine, but she gritted

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