Ex-wife, Please Come Back

When he got up and went out, he met Jacob. This time, no blame had been put on Jacob.

He had always been Michael's pride. And not only that, Jacob did his best to make his father happy. He was more than willing to give up on his dreams.

According to him, dreams were nothing. He strived to become a good son. If anything, his actual dream was to accomplish his father's dream. And Michael's only dream was for his son to run his company well.

That's why Jacob worked so hard.

When his mother passed away, Michael had called him towards him.

"Are you sad to lose your mother?" his father had asked softly. Michael himself was on the verge of tears, but he tried to bring comfort to his son.

Jacob nodded and tears began to stream down his face. He lifted his head and saw his father had begun to cry as well. This memory was deeply ingrained in his memory. After all, this was the first time he had seen his father cry.

Perhaps his father had only cried once in his life. He took Jacob's mother's death quite badly.

"I'm as sad as you are. But from now on, we have to be strong, understand?" Michael turned around and wiped his tears quietly. It looked like he didn't want Jacob to know how hurt he was. Jacob stood still, listening to his father's words.

Michael went on, "So, no matter what happens in the future, try not to cry. You have to be strong. Can you do that?" Throughout this conversation, his voice was strong and gentle. Jacob's eyes were on his father, seeing how red his father's eyes had gotten.

Jacob wiped his father's tears and said, "Dad, stop crying. After all, you said we shouldn't cry."

Back then he was a child. But as he grew up, he often replayed this conversation, slowly understanding the pain his father had been in. In spite of that, he hadn't neglected Jacob. He came to comfort his son.

a mischievous mistake and everyone said that he was hopeless, his father had faith in him. It was his

anywhere. Now he wondered if his father would stop being by his side in the future.

father, he would lose the sole support that he wanted in life. He working hard

the company would also wane. Perhaps he would choose a quiet place and live there with

the thoughts that went in the direction of giving up. He wouldn't let his father's painstaking efforts to be in vain. He had to shoulder his father's responsibilities,

he thought to

head and tried to be calm, but his hands were trembling. James had always lived with his father. He couldn't help but wonder what would become of

seconds. Instead, he looked at the door of the

James spoke, his voice was eerily calm. If someone else had said it, Jacob would punch him to the ground. But he loved James and coming from him, this answer

increased. No one could know the pain he was in right now. The loss of a loved one was much

money easily if he lost it. But once a human life was lost, there was no

if he could somehow make

can be described as fate." After thinking for a moment, James enlightened Jacob with an answer. For some reason,

these emotions from coming. For a

was overcome by an urge to cry but he remembered his

the people who are with us." James lowered his head after he spoke. This was a simple truth

he gathered it was more painful than any physical pain. Such people

change the past, their only choice was to remain silent. Jacob took a deep breath. This winter was really long and cold.

better?" Jacob looked at the two people present there expectantly.

know what to say. She couldn't promise him everything