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.

second 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

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

a silly question to ask considering the

narrowing his eyes. Recent events had made him stronger. It took a bad experience for a man to actually grow up. This was absolutely right. Jacob

stayed as long as they felt comfortable. Once they were done, they would leave. In such

been in contact with his family members. People mistook Jacob for an indifferent man but

endless desires they grew in their hearts. While his thoughts strayed, Jacob dwelt more on the desires that arose in people. Human beings were born with desires but

did his best to maintain a distance from them. He knew it wasn't possible to attain peace while in their company. After his father's

leave. He spat at the door and said, "Bah! Like I care."

clad in black.

bay, no one was given entry into the venue without an

dressed in black. He looked like a prince. Next to him, Sara stood wearing a black dress. She looked noble and elegant in this attire. If it wasn't such a melancholy occasion, people would have stopped to admire this

the funeral, but those who came

grieving for the dead

entered the world letting out a cry and once they left the world, people who cared for them shed tears. Some were

never had the opportunity to ask his father what his biggest regret in life was. As for him, he knew his biggest regret was he couldn't have spent more time

People stood near

with him. However, Jacob knew his dreams would

was a stupid man who didn't

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

down at him and laughing

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