Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Michael forced a smile, but only he knew how painful it felt. It hurt so much that he almost felt it unbearable. However, his heart pained even more that he no longer felt it beating inside his body. Michael's heart was torn apart, making him feel lifeless.

"Dad... I can understand," Sara said in a low voice as she forced a smile, but tears continued to flow down her cheeks. But then, she immediately wiped them away and continued to smile at Michael.

She knew that she should not cry, for it would only stress Jacob out. Sara had no choice but to be strong, not just for her sake, but also for Jacob. However, she could not stop her tears. 'How determined does a person have to be to have made such a decision?'

If she had been asked to make such a decision, she would not have been able to do so as she still cared too much and was not willing to leave the world yet. Although she could sense that Michael had also felt just as reluctant, he had weighed the pros and cons of his decision before he chose death as his solution.

With kindness in her eyes, Sara looked at Michael, her heart filled with respect and sadness. Looking at him, she understood that death was rather simple, even though overcoming the fear of death was impossible.

"You may leave now... I don't want... I don't want you guys to look at me. So please, leave." Saying that, Michael closed his eyes, tears flowing down them. He felt fortunate that he was still in his senses.

Usually as people grew older, they would become more forgetful, and lose their consciousness. However, Michael was not like that. It was probably the only thing that made him feel happy in his old age. Although his heart warmed to see Sara and Jacob together again, sadness clouded his mind every time he thought that it was the last time that he would ever be seeing them.

He thought that if there really was a heaven, where people went to after they died, then he would bless them from heaven. Although he would not be with them, his blessings would always be there to help them.

To Michael's surprise, Jacob was the first one to walk out of the hospital ward, followed by Sara and James. The three of them walked out of the room in a very orderly fashion. Sara only hoped that the day would never stay in her heart.

However, years later, she understood that she had just hoped to remember it in another way.

Jacob looked at the hospital's hallways, lost in thought. It was the place his father chose to die. Thinking of that, he could not help but feel depressed.

He felt as though someone had caught hold of his heart and was squeezing it till he forgot how to breathe. Death was such a cruel thing that took a toll on the living. Jacob had almost forgotten his mother's death which happened when he was just a child, but looking at the hallway, that memory flooded his mind.

and loss of a loved one were mysteries that no one could understand. And

walked past his father's

at the hallway. It was like a huge, endless tunnel where countless voices of

around him had come to life and were

Aren't you very

someone who looks down on

you a powerful

can you even dare to be proud if you're

stupid little boy,"

thinking of those words. Regardless of how hard he tried to shake the thoughts away, he could not.

But what could he do? Once he turned the corner of the hallway, Michael

it would not happen to those close to them. One's heart would always magnify the pain of the loss of a loved one, and that was the very reason people found it hard to let go. Moreover, it was the reason people found it harder to accept the truth

him as she wrapped her arms around him, as though she was telling him that she would always

not want Jacob to feel dispirited because of his father's death. She also did not want that day to impact their lives negatively. She just wanted to live a long, happy life with

Sara was anxious that Jacob would get depressed. After all, there was no one who

which was unnatural under the circumstances. And that worried

out aloud, like she had, she would not have been so

up early and was sitting in the living room of the villa. He looked a lot older than he was from a distance. Jacob

James." Jacob's voice was barely a whisper. It seemed as though he wanted to say something to him, but could not find the right words. He felt

two cups of hot water. He then handed one cup to James, who took it from him.