Ex-wife, Please Come Back

As Jacob became older, his fear of loss magnified. Who wasn't afraid of losing all they had? Jacob had only a handful of people in his life. If James left him, it would undoubtedly be a big blow.

As he sank into this melancholy thought, a hand touched his shoulder. Jacob realized it was a strong hand and there was no way it belonged to Sara.

Sara gaped in surprise. It was James. He had come back!

"I went to make changes with my flight reservation. It's bustling with people out there. In that noisy surrounding, I didn't hear my phone ring," James explained, his face eerily calm.

He had dwelt on these sad thoughts for too long. Now he was calm as a millpond. He had come to terms with this parting.

"Uncle James..." Jacob's voice came as a sob. "I thought I would never see you again," he added.

The next second he embraced James. 'These are my father's arms, ' he thought to himself, welling up with emotions.

Jacob was on the verge of tears but somehow managed to suppress them. He remembered that James had told him that real men don't cry.

The two grown men remained embracing each other. Lots of people stopped to watch them.

Jacob, however, felt no embarrassment. He simply hugged James, praying he wouldn't leave him.

Just the thought of being parted from him ached his heart. His dependence on James wasn't something that had formed overnight.

He loved this man even when he was a child. In fact, he always dreamed of growing up and becoming like him. It was a dream that seemed quite hard to achieve. However, with years of hard work, Jacob had become like his beloved Uncle James.

But now, he couldn't care less about any success. If the price of his success was to lose James, then he wished he had been oblivious of the truth.

He couldn't stand being separated from James. To keep him here, Jacob was willing to pretend like nothing had happened.

But James was dead set on leaving. Because of the difference, Jacob had never been more terrified in his life.

silently watching everything, noticed James's eyes were glistening with

sort of adversity. She had thought Uncle James wasn't capable of sorrow. He was the man people

one of the reasons why people admired him so much.

now she admired him. He was still a strong man and such people never lacked

had almost left his guard down, wiped his eyes with the

Jacob. You will get over it. Trust me," James said, trying to sound cheerful. Jacob, on the

to himself, once again on the verge of tears. His sorrow was too strong that he had difficulty in breathing.

his mood. He clenched his fists and

silly to worship this man. He was nothing

straight into James's eyes, he expressed, "Uncle James, do you know what I am going to think if you leave?" He spoke in a cold, hard voice. He looked at James

hadn't been in a public place, Jacob would have screamed. However, not wanting to create a scene, he spoke in a

choose to leave because I am afraid that you will blame

his eyes. At this moment, he looked a lot older

James had made up his mind. Nothing would dissuade

sole reason he confessed

of his words. His stubbornness wouldn't allow him to change his mind.

that if he left, Jacob wouldn't meet him again. At this thought, his

respected all his life was abandoning him! He growled with barely controlled

it won't! Nothing

bull. His sudden fury came as a shock to James. Even Sara trembled a little. As far as she could remember, Jacob had never raised

help but gape at him. She had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen. She wished to

this end, she remained silent, not wanting to cause further trouble for

even more and more complicated.

though his straightforward way of addressing the issue caused him embarrassment, James couldn't help but secretly admire him

using a few words. Jacob was one such person. On one hand, James was happy. On the other hand, he felt

that had been uttered was

have been a coward all my life. But there is nothing I can do to