Ex-wife, Please Come Back

It was too late.

Anyone who sailed out in open water, who dared to brave the winds and waves, knew that timing was crucial. An opportune moment could disappear in an instant.

"Don't cry, please. We still have a chance. We'll remarry as soon as you recover. I've been waiting for you for so many years. I still love you. You're still my wife. You're the love of my life. I don't want any other woman. I only want you,"

Carlos anxiously confessed. He only hoped that his words would help Tasha feel better. More than a decade, he had been waiting for her. He could wait a little more.

He was willing to sacrifice anything for Tasha's healing.

"Please don't say that. It's sad to hear that. Ever since you signed those divorce papers, I see your face in my head. I couldn't forget you even if I try. I've already come into terms that we're not meant to be, that you don't deeply love me. And now you're telling me that you love me? How did we end up like this?"

Tara choked as she tried to hold back her sobs. She questioned herself if the failure of their marriage was her fault. But even if she knew the answers to her questions, there's still nothing she could do about it.

"Promise me that you'll forget all this when I'm gone. Forget this person that I have become. I'll be at peace knowing that you'll live long and well with Sara."

Tears threatened to fall down on Tasha's cheeks again. The weather was still cold. Fog formed around her mouth as she spoke.

Carlos stared at her, moved by her words and tears. "What are you saying? That's silly. You're going to live. We promised each other that we'll both live long. You're going to be healed."

He tried to comfort her and himself. He wanted to believe in his own words, for he was also unsure. He knew that her illness was out of his hands. But he also knew that if her treatment would not work, that if she'd end up dying, his heart would also join her in the grave.

For many years, he lived like a walking dead. Every day he regretted signing those divorce papers.

thinking it would be

Was separation really the beginning of their freedom? Or was it a

start something with someone else. It took him a lot of courage to put himself out there again. But it all didn't work. He didn't want another woman. So his courage was

down the street or in restaurants, or just sitting together, I think of us. I regretted the way I treated you. I should've done better.

would understand. Those who experienced real loss would understand him, especially now in

She was in agony as she held her chest. Her emotional pain now felt like it's physical. She's

comfort her, tried to stroke her hand. He felt so helpless seeing

I know you have suffered a lot these years. But it's all over now. I'm here. I'll take care of you. Don't worry about Sara. She is a

to stop her

she said. Tasha could not stop crying.

you feel good, and not be upset, then there's a good chance that you'll fully recover. The disease is not a death sentence. A lot of people survive from this. So you have to also believe it for

to be strong for her first. He needed to be strong for both of them, now that Tasha was

Sara and Jacob standing outside the door. Sara was wiping tears while Jacob held

them were there all along. They witnessed the exchange between Carlos and Tasha.

opened the door to

are you standing at the door? Come in, you guys." As he said this, Carlos' tone was kind. He also wiped a tear from the corner of his

feeling? Is she hungry? We brought food." She took the lunch box from Jacob and handed it to her father.

But she can only eat light food. Spicy food isn't allowed. If she can't eat this one that you

on Sara's hand tighter as they neared Tasha's bed. He was comforting Sara. Tried to let

looked at him and smiled. She understood his

brought you. Are you hungry? Let's have dinner." Carlos spoke