Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 292

It was too late.

Anyone who sailed out in open water, who dared to brave the winds and waves, knew that timing was crucial. An opportune moment could disappear in an instant.

"Don't cry, please. We still have a chance. We'll remarry as soon as you recover. I've been waiting for you for so many years. I still love you. You're still my wife. You're the love of my life. I don't want any other woman. I only want you,"

Carlos anxiously confessed. He only hoped that his words would help Tasha feel better. More than a decade, he had been waiting for her. He could wait a little more.

He was willing to sacrifice anything for Tasha's healing.

"Please don't say that. It's sad to hear that. Ever since you signed those divorce papers, I see your face in my head. I couldn't forget you even if I try. I've already come into terms that we're not meant to be, that you don't deeply love me. And now you're telling me that you love me? How did we end up like this?"

Tara choked as she tried to hold back her sobs. She questioned herself if the failure of their marriage was her fault. But even if she knew the answers to her questions, there's still nothing she could do about it.

"Promise me that you'll forget all this when I'm gone. Forget this person that I have become. I'll be at peace knowing that you'll live long and well with Sara."

Tears threatened to fall down on Tasha's cheeks again. The weather was still cold. Fog formed around her mouth as she spoke.

Carlos stared at her, moved by her words and tears. "What are you saying? That's silly. You're going to live. We promised each other that we'll both live long. You're going to be healed."

He tried to comfort her and himself. He wanted to believe in his own words, for he was also unsure. He knew that her illness was out of his hands. But he also knew that if her treatment would not work, that if she'd end up dying, his heart would also join her in the grave.

For many years, he lived like a walking dead. Every day he regretted signing those divorce papers.

They could have stayed married. But he divorced her thinking it would be good for her, that he was setting her free.

But what did freedom really mean anyway? Was separation really the beginning of their freedom? Or was it a continuation of their misery?

Carlos was miserable and confused for years. But when Tasha came back, he realized that he had already lost too much time. Carlos tried to start something with someone else. It took him a lot of courage to put himself out there again. But it all didn't work. He didn't want another woman. So his courage was useless.

"Do you know how I've been since you left?" he asked. "When I see couples walking down the street or in restaurants, or just sitting together, I think of us. I regretted the way I treated you. I should've done better. I know you don't have any reason to believe me. But I still want to tell you that I miss you."

Tears were starting to form in Carlos' eyes. Maybe no one would understand his loss, but he was hoping Tasha would understand. Those who experienced real loss would understand him, especially now in their situation, where he could lose her a second time. But only this time, it could be permanent.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault." Tasha cried hard. She now allowed her sorrow to show. She was in agony as she held her chest. Her emotional pain now felt like it's physical. She's now starting to feel the regret and years of loss.

Carlos tried to comfort her, tried to stroke her hand. He felt so helpless seeing her like this.

"Don't cry, Tasha. I know you have suffered a lot these years. But it's all over now. I'm here. I'll take care of you. Don't worry about Sara. She is a sensible child. She will understand and forgive you."

Carlos comforted her, tried to stop her from blaming herself.

"I know. That's why I feel all these regrets," she said. Tasha could not stop crying. Even if she regretted things, she still could not change the results.

"Everything will be fine. We have a chance to try again in the future. For now, just focus on getting better. The doctor said that as long as you feel good, and not be upset, then there's a good chance that you'll fully recover. The disease is not a death sentence. A lot of people survive from this. So you have to also believe it for yourself."