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.

Grandpa Nelson would definitely question her. She really didn’t have any more energy

do about it, so despite her worry, she started her engine and made the

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

vibrating rather insistently on the table. She picked it up, and froze

and took a long, calming

had dialed her number

remembered that his wife was supposed to be out with

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

her crying, but in his

been calling you so many times, why

enough question, but Melinda was feeling a tad too sensitive at the moment. And in light of her witnessing one of her

time so free and flexible that I have to answer it every time

he realized something was wrong.

not 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

She sounded as if the past few days they shared in bliss

for something to say. "Mellie, I...

his memory, every 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

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

face to face, Jonas would have known what an utterly terrible 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

phone. ‘So a

but before Jonas could say anything more, she ended

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

it 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 always submitted herself to it,

hanging on to Jonas

was nothing left to do but to

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

do, but he knew he had to see his wife immediately. He made a grab for his car keys

with a pile of documents in his arms, meant to be delivered to his boss’ table, when he saw the man himself all but sprint towards

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

have possibly happened? His boss had been pleased

the Gu's mansion usually took one hour, but Jonas managed to cut

everyone at the residence

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

not help

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

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

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

as he looked to Yulia. He knew the

he was about to accuse her of

today!" she spat at her brother. Everyone, including the servants

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

a chill travel up her spine, but she gritted her teeth. "We know you

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