Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Jonathan turned around and looked at Sara. She was indeed beautiful, but she had never even thrown him a single glance. Why would he be polite to her?

To his surprise, several strong men rushed to him and tied him up.

"What do you think you're doing? Who are you? Do you know who I am?" Jonathan screamed as these men began to escort him out. The funeral wasn't over yet, why would he leave?

"Behave yourself, or we will kick you out. We don't know who you are, and we don't care," one of the strong men warned him in a low voice. If it weren't for the funeral, they wouldn't let go of Jonathan so easily.

"Who are those people?" Confusion was written all over Sara's face as she watched those men drag Jonathan out.

"I guessed that it wouldn't be so peaceful today, so I hired those people." Hearing this from James, she felt relieved.

It seemed that the days ahead of them wouldn't be so easy. Today was supposed to be a peaceful day, but it didn't turn out that way, so maybe their lives would be harder in the future.

But moving forward, they wouldn't tolerate someone like Jonathan again.

All the people left after the funeral. Everything went well except for the fact that Jonathan was thrown out.

Jacob heaved a sigh of relief. The funeral had finally come to an end. But it didn't mean that the pain that his father's death brought had also ended.

If there was any consolation he could think of, everyone would also die in the end.

It was better to die with arrogance than to live without dignity.

After saying goodbye to the guests, Jacob stood at the door and put his arm around Sara's shoulder.

"Thanks for all your help these past few days, Uncle James, Sara."

Standing beside him, James replied without taking his eyes away from the passers-by, "You don't have to thank us. These are all what we should do." At that moment, Sara had the urge to give Jacob a warm hug.

anything, but her gesture was enough to reassure Jacob

many unfortunate things happened last winter. Those things were like the flying catkins, haunting people's hearts. Fortunately, the

now, he could only hope that he wouldn't lose his remaining loved ones: James and Sara. Otherwise, he didn't know if he

that he has no one to celebrate with once he finally reaches his goals, and he could only endure the pain all alone.

really desolate after the

flowers in front of his father's tomb, but the photo of his father on the tombstone

wine and a glass, Jacob sat

his identity, nor did he care about his image. All he wanted now was to have a good talk with his father. He wanted to tell him everything he had always wanted to say, and what he hadn't had the time to

his legs crossed, Jacob thought first about where he should

used to think that you were too strict. Because in my memory, you seldom laughed. I was always careful not to make you angry. Now I think I have missed too much time. Even if you were angry with me, it could at least add to

the bottle and filled the glass with wine.

it was for his father. So, he poured the glass of wine to the

a cigarette and took a puff before he spoke

but I know that you didn't do it mostly because of me. You were afraid that I would be maltreated by others. You were worried that the woman you were going to marry might treat me badly while you were busy

a few seconds, he couldn't see everything

his father must

he hadn't experienced such a terrible loss, he wouldn't

complained about life. Instead, you taught me to avoid the mistakes you made, and you taught me how to be strong. I know that

this, Jacob looked around. This was the biggest cemetery in the city. With

was a child, I would look back at the house secretly before going out. I always felt lonely when I lost my mother. But when you had time, you would take me out to play and participate in summer camps. So in the end, I became a cold but

were the most beautiful times of his life. However, it couldn't be turned back.

grew older, I've always made you worry about me. I always had problems about my career. Look, I didn't even give you a peaceful funeral. But don't worry, I won't let anyone disturb you again. I promise you that. Dad, thank you for what you

fall from his eye, he took a drag on his cigarette. It was not good for his health, but it could ease his sadness. There were really people who found peace in smoking cigarettes, so

I have to make a choice, I will think of what you want me to do if you are still alive. In this

twitched. He wanted to

ability to