Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 341

The night was unusually cold and foggy. This was the night the tough battle with cancer ended. When Tasha took her last breath, Carlos stared at the electrocardiogram as her heartbeat plummeted to a straight line.

At that moment, it dawned on Carlos that his beloved woman had left him again. Sadly, this time she was leaving forever.

Sara was sitting next to the bed, but she was fast asleep. For five minutes, Carlos stared speechlessly. Then, he pressed the notification button and this woke Sara up.

Awake, she was shocked beyond words. She stared blankly until the doctor on duty ran into the ward.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Please take heart." After examining Tasha, the doctor patted Carlos on his shoulder and walked out of the ward.

At the hospital, life and death was a normal thing. On a daily basis, doctors saw people come and go. Perhaps the doctors actually meant it when they sympathized with the family members of deceased patients. However, in the end those words didn't change anything.

Of course, Sara already knew that her mum was gone. But she just continued to gaze at her lifeless body.

Suddenly, she stood up and touched her mother's face. Regrettably, when her mother was still alive, Sara had never touched her face. She never did because of various reasons. Sara knew that if she didn't do it now, she would never get another chance.

Meanwhile, Carlos remained silent and he didn't shed a tear. Surprisingly, as he looked at Tasha who appeared to be sleeping peacefully, he didn't feel as gloomy as before.

At that moment, it was as if a burden was eased from his heart. Previously, Carlos thought about when she would pass away and his heart was heavy. But now, he no longer had to worry.

The worst had already happened. Standing there, Carlos felt his heartbeat decline like the straight line on Tasha's ECG. The death of a loved one is probably the saddest thing in the world. There's nothing that could be compared to grief.

As the night progressed, Carlos still didn't touch Tasha's corpse. He just sat on the edge of the bed and remained mute.

Sara informed Jacob of the sad news. Immediately he heard, Jacob made his way to the hospital. The biggest advantage of having a partner is to have someone to lean on during difficult times.

"Dad, I know this is sad. But, everything will be fine. Don't take things too hard on yourself," Sara said as she looked at her father in worry. Since the moment her mum died, he hadn't said a single word.

Finally, Carlos said, "Tasha, remember that I'll marry you in the next life. Sara will still be your daughter. You didn't do anything wrong. Really, Tasha." Carlos stared affectionately at Tasha's face. He wanted to remember the way she looked forever.

He yearned to take the living Tasha back home. But, this was an impossible desire. Carlos sighed heavily. Just then, Jacob dashed into the ward. "Dad, how's Mom doing?"

"Well. Jacob, your mother-in-law just passed away peacefully. At last, she is free from all the pains of the disease," Carlos replied helplessly.

Immediately, Sara sighted Jacob and she threw herself into his arms. Although, she didn't cry, she held onto him for a long time.

"Darling, I'm here. Everything is going to be fine. Don't worry. I'm here for you." Affectionately, Jacob looked at the fragile woman in his arms. With a heavy heart, he patted Sara's back.

Then he turned to face Carlos and said, "I'm so sorry, dad. I am sure Tasha wouldn't want to see you sad."

After Jacob consoled Carlos, he glanced at Tasha's corpse. She had no sign of pain on her face. It was as if she was just sleeping peacefully. Tasha's death seemed unreal to Jacob until he saw the straight line on the ECG.

After she had embraced Jacob for a while, Sara lifted her head. Her eyes were already red and she looked very pitiful under the light.

Carlos remained mute. He stayed with Tasha throughout the night and then went home the next morning. For a long time, he hadn't rested because he reasoned that sleep wasn't as important as being by Tasha's sick bed.

He could always rest in the future, but his heart would forever remain broken.

Even when Tasha was still alive, she was just like a distant dream to him. During the time that they were separated and Carlos couldn't see or touch her, he knew that she was living somewhere in the world.

And Jacob understood this better than Sara. Usually, he cried whenever he was sad.

As Carlos sat in front of the tombstone, he gazed at Tasha's photo.

"Tasha, sometimes I think that people want way too many things in their lives. I used to think that I could handle many things at the same time. At that time, I thought you could understand me. But later I realized. I couldn't even figure it out myself. How could I expect others to understand?"

Picking up the bottle next to him, Carlos poured some liquor in a small glass and gulped it down. He had thought about this mistake for about ten years.

The last decade had passed quickly. Sadly, all those times were irreversible. There was no turning back.

Fortunately for Carlos, he had figured out the happenings during the past ten years.

"Our daughter, Sara is now a grown woman. I know you always wished that she remarried. But, you felt too guilty to speak your mind. You were afraid that Sara would dislike you. Don't worry. I will make sure your wish is fulfilled. When Sara and Jacob remarry, I'll surely come to visit you. And then, I'll make a toast in your honor."

Carlos' face was expressionless as he spoke. He couldn't fathom how those who were grieving could still manage to smile. Indeed, those people were very brave. Anyways, Carlos couldn't do that. Since he couldn't smile, he decided not to cry either.

He reasoned that Tasha wouldn't want to see him shed tears. Even while they were still together, he had never cried in her presence. And he was so sure that she wouldn't want him to do so now.

"You know what? There are some people who knew each other from the very beginning. But in the end, they chose to become strangers. I won't be that kind of person. I vowed that no matter what you did, I would always forgive you. Nevertheless, I am such a coward. I didn't have the courage to tell you that I loved you."

Carlos sniffed and felt uneasy at that moment. The discomfort he was currently feeling was real and pure.

Normally, Carlos felt that life was real whenever he was in pains. And when he was happy, he felt that life was dreamlike. At that instance, he admitted this point.