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.

bed. Good night! I'll wake

off his phone's screen as he went down

was a pink room. The bed sheet, the blanket, and even the walls were all pink. The whole space was pulsating with feminine vibe.

helplessly, and stood up to scan the

feeling a little off as soon as he realized the room's design. He walked over to a small table and he saw that

figurines, and action figures—all sorts of toys. He was caught off-guard when he saw a pair of kissing clay figurines. They looked strangely familiar to him. He picked both of them up, and examined each

still remember how she was obsessed with

again since that day. He frowned as he realized that they had been here

back home. He felt ashamed of how he was too detached back then. He not only misjudged her sincerity, but subsequently intended hurting someone

last glance at them, and moved on. 'Didn't I just promise to forget everything about the past?' he

wasn't that he was intentionally remembering it, but

two photos resting on the same table.

It was a fairly old photo, seeing that her parents were still pretty young. Sara, on the other hand, wore an innocent smile

a good while. He could only imagine how much she must have missed her mother after she left,

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 he have a place to settle down and reflect

back down as he picked up the

eerie feeling came back

he realized that it was a candid shot.

on her face, and he could somehow feel his heart melting. He returned to the bed as soon

comfortable, but thoughts kept running in his mind that he ended up getting rid of his

couldn't afford to worry her now that he could tell she was almost constantly in a bad mood

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

tossing and turning around the bed. As expected, Sara woke him up the next morning, and

was wearing an apron, but her

for breakfast." She stretched out her hand and

of him in all her beauty. She

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

was too strong that she couldn't break free from his grasp. Either

her so tightly in his arms as he sat