Ex-wife, Please Come Back

After they had eaten some hot pot, Jacob felt much better. His wounds were not the kind that were visible, but he was confident that they would heal over time.

All his problems would be solved as time went by. He didn't know how long he would have to wait before seeing James again, but he was certain he would always miss him.

Jacob would miss him regardless of the circumstance. However, James turning out to be his father was certainly an added factor.

He would never openly admit that James was his father. However, deep down, he felt guilty towards James.

James left because Jacob didn't want to admit that he was James' son. Jacob knew this better than anyone else.

It would be too unethical for him to admit their true relationship, and he also didn't want to admit that he somewhat blamed James for everything.

When Jacob had to make a choice, he decided against revealing their true relationship. He barely even hesitated with his decision. Perhaps it was the best thing for him to do. However, that didn't stop the guilt from creeping up on him.

It was the very guilt that prevented him from telling Sara the truth. He didn't want her to worry about him, but he was also afraid she would question his choice.

It was already late when they had finished eating. They walked to the door of the restaurant. Time was such a strange thing. Even though he felt so much pain, he knew that he would get through it if enough time had passed.

The day had gone by quickly. Jacob opened the door, and Sara got in the car.

They headed home, and Jacob could not wait to sink into his bed and get some rest.

"I don't think I should eat so much food next time," Sara said, twisting her fingers. She looked rather distressed.

"Really? Why?" Jacob was confused. 'Does she think I can no longer afford to take her out because I resigned as the company's CEO?'

"Because soon, my metabolism will slow down drastically. If that happens and I still eat too much, I will gain a lot of weight. I can already hear people calling me 'Dama', which is the name they give to middle-aged women!"

her hand. She knew eating so much would eventually take a toll on her body. Sara pinched her belly. It appeared flat, but

it wasn't excess fat, Sara

fat caused you any trouble?" Jacob wanted to laugh,

thing. If he laughed now, Sara would

that women cared about the most: their skin and their figure. Some women were particularly careful with maintaining their figures, even

need to put yourself on a diet. You'll still be able

seriously. Jacob's smile widened as he saw Sara's expression. It was as if

feeling better now Jacob?" Sara was leaning against the headrest

she secretly worried

him

to keep leaping over one hurdle after another. As soon as they overcame this difficulty, it was certain that they would be faced with another. However, as long as they did not

of the end goal once they reach

look on her face, Sara looked out of the car window. The night was dark, but

world, while outside of it is another.' Jacob looked at

before that day, she

thinking about this offered Jacob a little bit of relief. He needed to make sure he was strong enough to handle anything the future threw at him. If he wasn't strong enough, he believed he wouldn't be

morning, Jacob was awoken by the scent of Sara cooking breakfast. He sleepily walked

you get up so early? Aren't you tired?" Jacob stood by the stairs on the second floor, and he leaned comfortably against the railing.

that you will be going to the company today. That's why I decided to get up early and make you some breakfast. Don't worry, it's not a big deal," Sara said to Jacob, smiling. She laid out some plates on

satisfaction. He quickly

he ran down, his slender legs drew a beautiful arc in the air. He rushed to

the footsteps Jacob made,

turned out that Jacob had jumped down the last two steps to get down to the

he gets, the more he turns into a child, ' Sara thought. Although it was true, Jacob would never admit