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!"

body. Sara pinched

it wasn't excess fat, Sara still wanted to

you any trouble?" Jacob wanted to laugh, but he

of thing. If he laughed now, Sara would surely get angry at

their figure. Some women were particularly careful with maintaining their figures, even going

when I have time. That way, you wouldn't need to put yourself on a diet. You'll

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

Sara was leaning against the headrest of the car seat, and she

Jacob knew that she secretly worried about

made him feel

soon as they overcame this difficulty, it was certain that they would be

people tend to lose sight of the end goal once

on her face, Sara looked out of the car window. The night was dark, but little neon lights lit up the road. The colors danced

thought. 'Inside this car is one world, while outside of

Jacob and James' true relationship before that day, she became so shocked that she felt like her eyes were about to pop out of her

he was strong enough to handle anything the future threw at him. If he wasn't strong

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

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

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

nodded with satisfaction. He quickly headed

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

counted the footsteps Jacob made,

down the last

he gets, the more he turns into a child, '