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!"

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

excess fat, Sara

trouble?" Jacob wanted to laugh, but he

Sara was about this sort of thing. If he laughed now, Sara would surely get

skin and their figure. Some women were particularly careful with maintaining their figures, even going through great lengths to ensure that

way, you wouldn't need to put yourself on a

widened as he saw Sara's expression. It was as if she

now Jacob?" Sara was leaning against the headrest of the car seat, and she

knew that she secretly

her words made him feel warm

would have 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,

tend to lose sight of the end goal once they reach the halfway mark of their

was dark, but little neon lights lit up the road. The colors danced in Sara's eyes.

'Inside this car is one world, while outside of it

relationship before that day, she became so shocked that she felt like her eyes were about to

James had left, 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

cooking breakfast. He sleepily walked out of their room and

did you get up so early? Aren't you tired?" Jacob stood by the stairs on the second floor, and he

breakfast. Don't worry, it's not a big deal," Sara said to Jacob, smiling. She laid out some plates on

satisfaction. He quickly headed downstairs.

beautiful arc in the air. He rushed to the dining area, his feet pattering with excitement.

listened and carefully counted the footsteps Jacob made, anticipating his arrival.

she heard a loud, resounding bang. It turned out that Jacob had jumped down the last two steps

the more he turns into a child, ' Sara thought. Although it was true, Jacob