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.

wake you up early tomorrow for

off his phone's screen as

to look around with keen eyes. It was a pink room. The bed sheet, the blanket, and even the walls were all pink.

stood

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

figurines. They looked strangely

husband and wife. He could still remember how she was obsessed with these clay figurines that she didn't seem to want to leave as she stood in front of them. The thought of him feeling that she was acting too childish

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

she brought these clay figurines back home. He felt ashamed of how

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

it, but he just couldn't forget such

moved on to look at the two

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

how much she must have missed her mother after she left, but he never once saw her express it

enough. A person would always leave a warm place

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

Sara together. That eerie feeling came back to him, and he didn't ever remember

that it was

feel his heart melting. He returned to the bed as soon

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

affairs. He couldn't afford to worry her now that he could tell

going to happen soon.

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

wearing an apron, but her beauty stood

breakfast." She stretched out her hand and

he managed to fully open his eyes, he saw her in front of him in all her beauty. She was staring at him with his face still fighting off

that you didn't want to wake up early?" she teased him with her hands on her hips.

the bed. He was too strong that she couldn't break free from his grasp. Either way, she gave up and didn't

his arms as he sat up and