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 you up early tomorrow for

his farewell, too, before he turned off his phone's screen as he

wasn't until at 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

his shoulders helplessly, and stood up

as he realized the room's design. He walked over to a small table and he saw that there were a lot of

clay 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

as husband and wife. He could still remember how she was obsessed with

that day. He frowned as he realized that they had been here all this time.

happiness she was feeling back when she brought these clay figurines back home. He felt ashamed of how he was too detached back then. He not only misjudged her sincerity, but subsequently intended hurting

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

it, but he just couldn't

on to look at the two photos resting on

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

at it for a good while. He could only imagine how much she must have missed her mother after she left, but he never once saw her express it in front of him. Maybe she decided that some things were better left

right now—that Sara 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

photo back down as he

was a photo of him and Sara together. That eerie feeling came

that it was a

heart melting. He returned to

that he ended up getting rid of his drowsiness. What

about the company's affairs. He couldn't afford to worry her now that he could tell she was almost constantly in a bad

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

turning around the bed. As expected, Sara woke him up the next morning, and he sat up in

was wearing an apron, but her

for breakfast." She stretched out her hand and gently pushed

of him in all

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

strong that she couldn't break free

her so tightly in his arms as he sat up