Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Jacob couldn't help but burst into laughter. It was true that he was now not as cold as he used to be. At least now he could smile without a care in the world. He had feelings like most people did.

"Honey, I meant what I said today. Don't worry, I'll make sure to take good care of you and father in the future. I know I owe you so much, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to you." His replies had gotten longer over time.

Sara stared into oblivion with her phone in her hand. She couldn't think of a reply for quite some time.

Despite the fact that they got to where they were now, the past still came back to haunt them every now and then. Either way, they knew they were already past it, and they would proudly wear those scars as they went on with their lives. But Sara could feel him trying to heal the scar himself.

She felt it, and she could tell how he was struggling to heal. But she knew that he was genuinely trying. Those who hadn't tried their best didn't deserve to be forgiven.

Therefore, at that very moment, she knew for herself that he deserved to be given another shot. It didn't necessarily mean that as long as he worked hard, she would definitely forgive the person who had wronged her.

But one thing was clear to her: Jacob wasn't only working hard, but he was also constantly trying to fix that broken part of himself.

Jacob waited for a few minutes with his mobile phone in his hand, but there was no sign of reply from her. He thought that she had fallen asleep, so he checked his phone again and again, while cold sweat of anxiety started showing up in his forehead.

"Thank you," Sara replied in a text.

The ding of the phone shook him as he started to drown in his nervousness. Gradually, he felt a sense of relief as he wore a determined look on his face.

"No, I should thank you. I am so grateful that you gave me another shot to make it up to you. But, let's move on from now on, okay? I know time will heal all wounds."

"Okay," she replied again.

He was lost in thought as soon as he read the rather brief message she sent him. They couldn't see each other's expression on the screen, and they had no idea what each other was thinking about.

A reply that only said "Okay" could mean a lot of things. So he couldn't help but be uncertain of what she truly felt.

Meanwhile, Sara put down her phone and prepared to say good night to him. Today was a long day, indeed, but she felt that it was also a new, hopeful beginning.

'We can always start anew every day. I only realized it now, ' she thought.

night! I'll wake you up

said his farewell, too, before he turned off his phone's

this very moment that he began to look around with keen eyes. It was a pink room. The bed sheet, the blanket, and even the walls were

helplessly, and stood up to

that he was feeling a little off as soon as he realized the room's design. He walked over to a

a pair of kissing clay figurines. They

could still remember how she was obsessed with these clay figurines that she didn't seem

frowned as he realized that they

brought these clay figurines back home. He felt ashamed of how he was too detached

last glance at them, and moved on. 'Didn't I just

it, but he just couldn't

on to look at the two photos

family. It was a fairly old photo, seeing that her parents were still pretty young. Sara, on the other hand, wore an innocent smile of a little girl. They were happily hugging each other in the photo with smiles on the

after she left, but he never once saw her express it in front

was suffering, and that he knew what she hoped for—should be more than enough. A person would always leave a warm place for himself. And when he encountered difficulties in life, only then would

sigh, and placed the family photo back down as he picked up

together. That eerie feeling came back to him,

realized that it

on her face, and he could somehow feel his heart melting. He

his mind that he ended up getting rid of his drowsiness. What happened recently just wouldn't get out of

affairs. He couldn't afford to worry her now

to happen soon. However, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

long series of tossing and turning around the bed. As expected, Sara woke him up the next morning, and he sat up in bed, looking at

an apron, but her beauty stood out naturally.

She stretched out

him in all her beauty. She was staring at him with his face still fighting off

comfortable that you didn't want to wake up early?" she teased him

and pulled her to the bed. He was too strong that she couldn't break free from his

his arms as he sat up and