Ex-wife, Please Come Back

"Well, since some people have expressed their opinions, I am going to give the rest some time to think it through. If a good idea strikes you, don't hesitate to bring it forward,"

Jacob said and stood up, his face bereft of any expression. Interpersonal relationship wasn't the only matter he had to deal with presently. A dozen other things were at the back of his mind.

They were a lot but he was going to deal with them one by one. The hatred he felt for Jonathan was quite strong. Every now and then, it surfaced, bringing an urge to teach him a lesson.

"Well, I have no objection. Concerning the matter of Mr. Michael, you can do as you please. Also, I am sorry," an elderly man said, sorrow evident in his eyes.

These were the most pleasing words Jacob had heard today. He remembered this man. He was his father's cousin.

Jacob couldn't bring himself to smile but he nodded his head to show his gratitude. Soon almost everyone present there consented with the old man's words. The only person who showed signs of hesitancy was Jonathan. However, his hand was still aching, so he couldn't muster up the courage to contradict them.

In the past, he had behaved quite unscrupulously, believing that no one could hurt him. But now, things were different. He had begun to learn James was a very capable man. In spite of this, Jonathan's attitude hadn't changed but he did a great job at suppressing his negative emotions.

Pain had taught him to become smart. He knew terrible consequences would follow if he continued to speak his mind.

Sara's scrutinizing gaze fell on him. If she had known it was so easy to shut him up, she would have taught him a lesson a long time ago. What Jonathan had done was inexcusable and disgusting. She was repulsed at the sight of him.

After the discussion was finished, people scurried out of the room. When almost everyone had left, Jacob let out a sigh of relief.

He lay on the sofa. His body was resting but several thoughts ran in his mind.

"Uncle James, do you know I was overcome by a strong urge to kill Jonathan?" Jacob stared at the ceiling in a daze. If it wasn't for James's support, he couldn't imagine what would have happened to him.

At present, James stood near the door. Hearing his nephew's words, he shifted his attention to him.

thought. What he said was true. Nobody wanted to kill Jonathan as much as he did. But he knew he couldn't do it. He was no longer the man who used to kill others without even blinking an

been silent all this while, regarded Jacob with concern and asked, "Are

was a silly question

made him stronger. It took a bad experience for a man to actually grow up. This was absolutely right. Jacob glanced at the crowd outside the

world, one couldn't rely on people, not even friends, and family members. People stayed as long as they felt comfortable. Once they were done, they

indifferent man but that wasn't the case. He had no desire to waste his

the desires that arose in people. Human beings were born with desires but some were capable of overcoming them. He disliked those who allowed

while in

"Bah! Like I care." Then he left hastily. The funeral was held two

present was clad in

trouble at bay, no one was given entry into the venue

the day of the funeral, Jacob was also dressed in black. He looked like a prince. Next to him, Sara stood wearing a black dress. She looked noble and elegant

the outer appearance. Not many people came to the funeral, but those who came were all Jacob's

be grieving for the dead man.

a cry and once they left the world, people who cared for

had the opportunity to ask his father what his biggest regret in life was. As for him, he knew his biggest regret was he

his life with this regret. People stood near Michael's gravestone and mourned for him. Watching this, Jacob wished to cry but he suppressed

life-span to his father, just so he could spend more time with him.

a stupid man who didn't know how to cherish things when

he had neglected taking care of his father. And when he had a lovely wife to shower him with love,

down at him and laughing

his hand, he rubbed his eyes. Using all his might, he attempted to control the pain he was feeling. Then he stood watching others cry but tears were no longer in his eyes.