Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 355

'I have been loving such a vicious, heartless man all this time.' A bitter smirk appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Life had been constantly giving her a whack in the face. Now she was faced again with the reality that there was no such thing as a perfect thing or person. These were not a big deal, but it was still devastating.

Jacob looked at her, seemingly in a daze. He was in a rather volatile mood, and he barely managed to calm himself down.

As far as he knew, giving up the child or not was never the point. He always suspected this matter had something to do with his past.

Even if he spent his whole life trying to compensate for his wrongdoings, there was no telling that Sara would indeed forgive him.

"Sara, am I really such a bad person to you? I know I did something to hurt you in the past, but I'm trying my best to grow as a person. Besides, it's all in the past now, right?"

He stretched out both his arms to express his helplessness. But deep inside, he never felt more anxious his entire life. He ran out of ideas of what to do, and he couldn't even figure out what would happen in the future.

Everything seemed to be leading him to the unknown and terrible domain. To stare at the abyss terrified him. The worst part was that now he realized his weakness when he decided to love Sara.

He couldn't imagine himself losing her. There was no other things in his mind but her. He was willing to lose everything else, just not her.

"Well, I think we all need to calm down. Jacob, it was right that we did not decide to remarry immediately. Otherwise, this situation would be a much harder thing to deal with. You'd better solve your personal problem first. Otherwise, don't even think about coming to me."

She leaned over to pick up her bag from the sofa as those words came out of her mouth. She figured there was no need to stay here anymore. There was no way she'd come back if he couldn't solve the problem on his own.

He stared at her with dull eyes. However, he did not bother stopping her in her tracks as she moved to walk away.

As soon as Sara went out and slammed the door, he felt the deafening silence and the abundance of space devouring him from the inside.

He sat there on the sofa, staring into oblivion. He felt like he just lost most of his energy in an instant. It only dawned on him that Sara just left without looking back.

Her reactions were exactly as he had expected. Now that it was all over, he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

James opened the door when there was no more sound coming from outside of his bedroom. He swept his eyes across the room, vigilantly looking at everything.

He saw Jacob sitting on the sofa, obviously wallowing in pain. Although there was nothing significant and noticeable change in the room, he could feel the devastation in Jacob's eyes.

James walked over and took two cans of beer out of the fridge. He walked over to settle beside his nephew as he handed him the can on his left hand.

"Come on."

Jacob only responded with a glance. He stayed silent throughout the time. The enormous sense of despair that one could feel in Jacob's eyes was something James had never seen before. However, he could see that his nephew more or less blamed himself after all those conflicts.

He must feel the guilt creeping into him like a snake. Although he wasn't exactly aware of everything that happened, he could tell that it was something serious.

Jacob looked at him as he took the can of beer. He removed the lid and poured the beer down his throat. It was in the perfect temperature to drink.

James frowned as he saw him drink the beer so rapidly. He couldn't help but worry about him.

"What happened? Jacob, I tell you, if you do something wrong, you must look for a solution to solve it. Sara is a good person. You can't give up on her."

His advice was more like a shot in the dark, but he had always been concerned about their relationship. After all that he taught him so far, there was still a part of his nephew's decision on how to handle problems that he didn't necessarily agree with.

"Well, I reckon these things are inevitable. You prioritize solving this matter for now. I'm sure Sara will understand someday. But this child…"

He couldn't help but admit to himself that he didn't know what to do either. However, his gut feelings were telling him that the child could never even be born at all.

Otherwise, he might as well forget the idea of both of them ever getting back together.

"Uncle, you go to bed now. I want to be alone for a while. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll just find a way to solve this so I can make Sara come back to me."

Jacob forced a smile, but James could see how lonely and tired that smile looked. But he kept the thought to himself.

He shook his head, and went straight back to his bedroom without any further word.

Jacob stared at his uncle with blank eyes. The situation really pushed him to the edge. He had experienced his fair share of hardships in the past, but this one seemed to be on a level of its own.

He had no idea how long he had been sitting in the living room. He was there sulking in despair as he continued to worry about Sara, but he knew for himself that there was no way for him to make her listen unless he solved the problem.

So he tried his best to focus on that idea. He sighed as if to let out his stress. Now it was proven to him how hard it could be to cut off a relationship.

But perhaps no one had ever told Alice about that. The more she tried to tie him down, the more he wanted to break free. What was left of the guilt he had in his heart slowly diminished over time.

The next day, Jacob got up and felt his body covered in soreness. It felt like even his sleep drained what little energy he had left. He only drank two cans of beer last night, but the hangover was terrible. His back ached like hell and his waist was all sore.

He struggled to stand up and looked at the empty bed with half-dead eyes. He found himself missing the feeling of having someone next to him as he woke up. He stayed there like an inanimate object for a few seconds before he snapped back to reality.