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 body. Sara pinched her belly. It appeared flat, but she could feel a little bit of

it wasn't excess fat, Sara still

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

this sort of thing. If he laughed now, Sara

the most: their skin and their figure. Some women were particularly careful with maintaining their figures, even going through great lengths to ensure that they would never gain weight.

you wouldn't need to put yourself on a diet. You'll still be able to eat whatever

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

leaning against the headrest of

that she secretly

her words made him feel

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 give up, they would be able to make it to the

lose sight of the end goal once they reach the

face, Sara looked out of the car window. The night was dark, but little neon lights lit up the road. The colors danced in Sara's eyes.

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

she hadn't known about Jacob and James' true relationship before that day, she became so shocked that she felt like her eyes

bit of relief. He needed to make sure he was strong enough to handle anything the future threw at him. If he

of Sara cooking breakfast. He sleepily walked out of their room

did you get up so early? Aren't you tired?" Jacob stood by the

some breakfast. Don't worry, it's not a

He quickly headed

legs drew a beautiful arc in the air.

and carefully counted the footsteps Jacob made, anticipating his

bang. It turned out that Jacob had jumped down the last

child, ' Sara thought. Although it was true, Jacob would