Ex-wife, Please Come Back

There were still many such recordings...

Sara stood up, picked up the recorder pen and ran away. She was afraid that she would cry out. In front of Thompson, the evidence that Jacob didn't love her was played over and over again.

How ironic it was! Even an outsider knew these things better than she did, but she didn't know anything. She was no different from those stupid women outside. The truth was clear in front of her, but she still couldn't believe it.

It was unbelievable that she forgave Jacob so easily and foolishly.

Was it because she was of use to him again? If Michael expected her to remarry him, she would be of use again. Should she feel lucky or unlucky?

Sara rushed out of the restaurant and stood at the door, followed by Thompson. Sara didn't want to stay here any longer.

Looking at Thompson who was standing 50 meters away, Sara shouted, "Don't follow me, or I'll call the police and sue you for harassing me!"

Then she entered the car and started the engine. She drove away quickly. Now, she didn't want to show her embarrassment in front of such a person.

Her mind was in a mess, and the confidence she had just built collapsed again. For so long, she had been kept in the dark like a fool.

'Do you really think that those words are not true because you haven't heard them with your own ears?

Now that you have heard it, can you pretend nothing had happened?'

Anger, contradiction, heartache... All the feelings surged up in her heart. If Jacob didn't love her, then why did he still get close to her after divorce. Did he have no feelings?

Or he could really do anything for his purpose? He could be together with her although he didn't like her, and he could get married and remarry her although he didn't love her. It was just like a walking dead, with no feelings. After driving for a few kilometers, Sara called Jacob.

There was no reason for her to deceive herself again. She didn't hear it in person before, so she could pretend that nothing had happened. But now, the situation was different.

She couldn't bear it anymore. She couldn't accept that Jacob had fooled her around, but she even put in a good word for him with a smile.

She was not that kind! It was impossible to pretend nothing had happened again and again.

to give her an explanation. Otherwise, she would never forgive him again. No one forced him to say what he had said. On the other hand, no one

Sara breathed a sigh of relief and tried hard

his name or nickname,

about to go home. I'm on my way. What's wrong?" Jacob looked at the steering wheel and slowed down. He was happy that it was the first time that Sara had taken the

about it when they met. Should they quarrel or fight?

of strength. No one knew how sad she was, as if a knife was cutting her

eyebrows frowned slightly, and her whole body seemed to be shattered in an

expression of pain and suffering appeared on her face for

for the repeated hurt,

than the death of love. Perhaps it was time to make up her mind this

was like. Love was like a killing knife,

were always so cold. No wonder he never said "I love you". No wonder he was always free

But it's

whole four years, it was the best time for a woman, when she was mature, beautiful

turned out that she had been pretending not to

love her. He was so cold because

Even if he could lie, he was unwilling to lie

all. It was her own wishful

matter how much she sacrificed, he couldn't

to move him now. She didn't want to end up being moved

down from the corners of her eyes. Unconsciously, there was

finally like the water in winter,

the engine. It

was just a repeated torture. Since the result was the

she managed to hold back her tears. Even

past so many days, her tears had already dried up. If she continued to cry now, it should

was speeding in this desolate