Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Melinda took a breath of fresh air. 'Peace and quiet at last.'

She lifted the hem of her dress as she cautiously sat down on a sofa in the patio. This dress was rented, after all, so she had to be careful to return it in pristine condition.

She was alone out here, but still had a good view of the banquet hall and the dance floor. A lot of young couples were twirling around, her sister-in-law included.

Yulia was obviously in her element, lost in the dance and the crowd. People were even starting to notice her, finally.

Melinda wasn’t at all surprised. Yulia had always been a party girl.

Once the song ended, however, her dance partner only thanked her and then walked away. No one else approached her after that.

Yulia was feeling indignant. In her eyes, this was all Melinda’s fault. The men’s mortifying lack of interest in her was all because of her brother’s wife.

She looked around for her nemesis and finally found her sitting alone on the patio, casually watching the other guests. Yulia strode over to the banquet table and grabbed two glasses of wine, and then stomped over to where her sister-in-law was.

As she neared, she became aware just how Melinda’s radiance seemed to occupy the little space. It only pissed her further.

"Melinda," she spat out as soon as she stepped out into the patio. "What are you doing here by yourself?"

Without waiting for an invitation, Yulia sat herself down on a nearby chair, making a point of sitting as far away as the other woman as possible. In truth, Yulia’s feet had been killing her all night.

She had decided to wear stilettos in an attempt to look taller than she actually was, hoping that her added height would gain people’s attention. She was regretting her choice of footwear now, not that she would ever admit it.

"It’s quieter here," Melinda answered. She wasn’t expecting Yulia to find her so soon, much less come and sit with her.

Still holding the glasses of wine, Yulia handed one towards Melinda. The latter took on a wary expression, and did not take the drink.

Melinda was not stupid. In light of recent events, she had grown vigilant of her sister-in-law. There was no way she would ever consume something that had passed through Yulia’s hands.

As if she read her mind, Yulia gave her a reassuring smile. Melinda’s guard only rose even more.

"I wanted to propose a toast to you, for a pulling of a successful social appearance." When Melinda only looked at her, Yulia’s tone grew stern, although the smile was still in place. "Don’t make me lose face, Melinda. A lot of people are watching."

Melinda looked around and found Yulia’s words to be false. There were few people around them, even fewer watching them.

Yulia was a little embarrassed by her movements, but she did not budge. Melinda flashed a regal smile and said, "You know I’m not a drinker." She had already drunk a glass of champagne earlier, and had no plans to take any more alcohol tonight.

Still, Yulia’s outstretched hand did not waver, and Melinda narrowed her eyes at the younger woman. The proper response would have been to not insist on making the other person drink, yet Yulia was still pushing.

to get Melinda drunk. She expected the latter to make a fool of herself once the alcohol dulled

much alcohol content." The two women were still smiling at each

of the family, you must know that you’ll be attending such occasions in the future. Don’t you think you should

wouldn’t be attending any social engagement in the

drink. They kept staring at each other in a stalemate when a male voice broke

his hair was mussed in a way that seemed careless, but

and his eyes held an

intense blush creeping into her face. That was, until she realized the

to pull Melinda back to her

watched this development in anger. ‘Why?

how people only cared about appearances, but acknowledging that would be an admission that she looked inferior to her

a person who was extremely attractive, or extremely hideous. Since she was neither, and only teetered somewhere in between, all the attention she always got was superficial and

and thrust the wineglass in front of Melinda’s face. "This is a toast to

effectively blocking Yulia. "Drinking at events is not something that should be forced

seen her refuse it. Still you insisted, and so I stepped in

don’t exist at all, and persist yet again on forcing her to take it against

beg your pardon!" Yulia was furious. How dare this man mock her? And

a woman of lowly background. And now some stranger just waltzed up and taunted her, poking fun at where it hurt the most. She was angry and humiliated beyond words. She narrowed her eyes at the man, her hand trembling with emotion. "You..." Before she could say any further, however, she lost some of her balance on the high heels she

of wine tottered in her grip, the liquid splashing loudly on the man’s suit. A tense hush fell over

jacket, making a dark stain. He calmly took out

done, and it looked to

the man was doing, she quickly put down

so sorry, I lost my balance. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Let me help you with

of disdain. "I don’t think I need any help from you," he said coldly. Melinda finally came to her senses. The development of the events was much too fast-paced and quite intense that she just sat there, dazedly watching

the matter

fury. Melinda could only stare back

even deeper, and looked back and forth between the two

similarly, but while one looked like a regal socialite, the other only looked

"As I was saying, let me help you with

crowd had gathered nearby, and people were watching them shamelessly. Perhaps it was because of

undeniably attractive. Either way, Yulia knew she was looking extremely bad in

all. Since this beautiful lady was so kind to apologize on your behalf, even though her efforts are obviously unappreciated, I’ll let this matter slide against my better

It would most certainly be of use to you." Then he smiled

imply that she was ungrateful, he also emphasized how she was out of place at such a high end