Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Alice really wanted Jonathan to be her ally. Besides, she had never seen anyone who hated Jacob like he did. In a bid to please him, she put more food into his plate and flattered him occasionally. Jonathan was pleased with all that Alice was doing. He had a huge smile plastered on his face. It seemed that he had fallen totally into her trap.

The three of them continued to discuss their dubious plan as they munched on their food. They were in quest of ways to bring just one man down. As they talked, they reached a preliminary agreement. The trio had several ideas that summed up into a concrete plan.

Staring blankly at the plate, Alice felt bitter. The hatred she had for Jacob grew more intense. She also clutched her fork tightly as she thought of all the horrible things she would do to him.

Alice had never thought that she would be in that position. But as fate would have it, she was now sitting at this table planning the havoc that would wreak him.

'But Jacob, you forced me to do this. It is all your fault, not mine. I'm only acting according to the treatment that you meted out to me. All I ever did was to love you. Since you are so ungrateful, I have no other choice but to deal with you!'

Thinking of this, Alice moved closer to Jonathan. Her body was rubbing his slightly.

Jonathan was elated with Alice's action. 'Damn! This beautiful lady is throwing herself at me. I should make good use of this opportunity, ' he thought. Jonathan was already crushing on Alice. Indeed, she was beautiful and available too.

After the meal, Jonathan and Thompson stood by the door and discussed in low tones. Alice left them there and went home. She wasn't feeling well and she needed to rest.

Thompson brought out a cigarette and lit it. He watched as Alice boarded a taxi and it immediately drove off. Then, he offered a cigarette to Jonathan. The other man accepted it and lit it immediately.

"What do you think, Mr. Jonathan? Alice is not bad, is she?"

Thompson asked as he looked in the direction which the taxi had driven towards. But there was no sign of the taxi now. In spite of this, Thompson still missed Alice. He didn't want her to leave early.

Hearing that question, Jonathan's face lit up. He was smiling from ear to ear.

can tell exactly why," Jonathan said with a serious look. His smile had faded a little.

watched him in a daze. He really admired Jonathan. Now, he knew that Jonathan wasn't as simple-minded as he had thought. Jonathan was basking in the aura of influence and intelligence. 'Why didn't I have a good ally like him back then? Assuming I had connived with him earlier, perhaps Sara would be mine now. And I wouldn't have to

her?" Thompson squinted his eyes slightly.

through the space in between his fingers. And it fell on his face slightly. At that instance, the scene looked

in the world today could be likened to

sure of that." Jonathan's words were brief and straight to the point. He looked experienced. At that moment, he was acting as if he could see through Alice more

wide eyes. Indeed, Jonathan was very different from what he had imagined. And he couldn't deny

of smoke into the air. It disappeared quickly in front of him. Due to the sun,

our world. We are major players in this game.

his hand in front of him. Smiling, Thompson immediately took the hand and held it tightly.

of both of them looked funny. This was because they were smiling broadly at each other while they

back at the two grown men goofing around in broad daylight. However, the onlookers weren't many because only a few people

back, most of them still went about their businesses. They were too busy to continue watching unimportant

to smile. It seemed like he was pleased with himself. "Wow!

mockery. And he continued

mocking expression. The corners of his mouth were

He just positioned himself

place." He looked blankly

Jonathan's attitude of not taking action was the real reason why his possessions were always taken away by others. No matter how much Jonathan thought

him that his new ally still had some means. 'This man