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.

forced him to say what he had said. On the other hand, no one would say that

and tried hard to suppress her anger. She

his name or nickname, but

work and am about to go home. I'm on my way. What's wrong?" Jacob looked at the steering wheel and slowed down.

to the villa to see you later. That's it." Sara said concisely and calmly, then she hung up the phone. They could talk about it when they met. Should they quarrel or fight? Or should they go

strength. No one knew how sad she was, as if a

and her whole body seemed to be shattered in

suffering from an evil disease. The expression of pain and suffering appeared on her face for a long time

repeated hurt, maybe she wouldn't

was no greater grief than the death of love. Perhaps it

was like. Love was like a killing knife, or the water poured out

he never said "I

was just a useful person in his eyes. But it's not surprising. She was so obedient that she wouldn't disobey him.

for Sara was that she had been with Jacob for four years. For the whole four years, it was the best time

never imagined the future with her. It turned out that she had been pretending not to know and she had no

so cold? He just didn't love her. He was so cold because he had no

described a future with her. Even if he could lie, he was unwilling to lie to her.

wishful thinking that they loved each

man was really heartless. No matter how much she sacrificed, he

now. She didn't want

already trickled down from the corners of

moment, finally like the water in winter, it became cold and began to

her face, Sara started the engine. It was time to end the relationship.

Since the result

felt as if she was going to stop breathing, she managed to hold back her tears. Even if she forced herself,

had already dried up. If she continued to cry now, it should not be tears, but her blood.

speeding in