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.

her thinking it would be good for her, that he was

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

with someone else. It took him a lot of courage to put himself out there again. But it all

left?" he asked. "When I see couples walking 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. I know you don't have any reason to believe me. But I still want to

he was hoping Tasha would understand. Those who experienced real loss would understand him, especially now in their situation, where he could lose her a second time. But only this time, it could

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

stroke her hand. He felt so helpless seeing her like this.

now. I'm here. I'll take care of you. Don't worry about Sara. She is a sensible

stop her from blaming

Tasha could not stop

try again in the future. For now, just focus on getting better. The doctor said that as long as 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

coughed as he turned his face and held back tears. He felt like crying. But he wanted to be strong for her first. He needed to be strong for both of them, now that Tasha was relying on him.

turned his face, he saw Sara and Jacob standing outside the door. Sara was wiping

along. They witnessed

and opened

in, you guys." As he said this, Carlos' tone was kind. He also wiped

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

food. Spicy food isn't allowed. If she can't eat this one that you brought, I'll make another one for her later at home." Carlos

as they neared Tasha's bed. He was comforting Sara. Tried to let her know that he would always

at him and smiled. She understood his silent gesture.

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