Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Chapter 139 I Would Set You Free

"You don't have to do this. I said I would set you free. Don't be nervous." Jacob said slowly. At this moment, he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he held it back.

Raising her head, Sara was surprised to see the sadness in Jacob's eyes. 'How could he have such a melancholy look? It must be an illusion!'

Sara calmed herself down and said in self-mockery, "I didn't expect that my divorce led to their marriage. Actually, you and I both are the matchmaker for them. You have made a great contribution."

Jacob was not interested in arguing with Sara. He felt tired today. In the past, he saw arguing with Sara as a kind of pleasure, but now he realized that it was not pleasure but harm.

The gap between men's and women's thoughts was not small. Until now, Jacob only knew that there was a gap, but he didn't know where it was. He just felt that he was tired, even though he had suffered less than Sara.

"Let bygones be bygones. Start over and pursue your own happiness." Jacob looked into the distance. The misty sky looked so obscure and depressing.

Sara was taken aback by Jacob's repeated abnormality. The words that she had prepared to say were choked in her mouth, and she could only swallow them stiffly. It was really uncomfortable to pretend that she was fine. After swallowing hard, Sara felt a lump in her throat.

Getting along with each other was the most complicated thing in the world. Even if there was a small change in the attitude of the other party, it could make people suddenly feel that the sky and earth were shattered. Humans were always so sentimental. A primitive man without language would never think so much. Once he had thoughts and language, everything would become unpredictable.

Jacob looked into the distance and said, "I didn't give you any property when we divorced. It's wrong. At that time, I always thought that I could find you back, but now I find that I don't want to find you. Write a number. You deserve it."

Jacob took out a pen and a cheque from his pocket. The moment Sara took them, she felt as if her chest was torn apart. "Have you really made up your mind? Dad.. Mr. Michael asked us to remarry, didn't him?" Sara's voice was choked with sobs. Even if she could say something to retain him, it would be useless. Do you think you can beg for happiness?

Jacob was calm, as if he was talking about a business. "Dad's matter is settled. I won't force you. If you are willing to go to the villa with me in the future, then go. If you don't want to go, I will never threaten you. I said you are free."

An inexplicable anger suddenly surged up in Sara's heart. She threw the cheque in his hand on Jacob's face. "Jacob, you bastard."

There was a strange light in Jacob's eyes. He was waiting for the following words of Sara, but Sara just looked at him in a daze, without saying anything, and even restrained her anger well. Jacob sighed with disappointment.

"If you tell me that you still have a little hope for me, I won't give you freedom. Tell me." Jacob lowered his head.

From the perspective of Sara, he looked very condescending.

But it was just like that. Sara had experienced such a moment many times. Of course she wouldn't yield today. If she did, she would be defeated, and even her last dignity would be lost.

"No, I have to thank you for setting me free. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been sure of the deeper meaning of my life." Sara raised his head. Even though she was shorter than Jacob, she still

looked imposing.

Jacob was a little depressed, but he had to turn his head. He was afraid that Sara would see through his weakness. "Fill in the cheque. Just take it as a deposit of money for me. I will use it one day."

This time, Sara seemed to have understood the implicit meaning of Jacob, so she didn't contradict him. "Okay. I'll fill it up today as your compensation to me. I have been with you for four years, and I deserve it."

Sara picked up the cheque on the ground and wrote a long string of numbers on it. Listening to the sound of writing on the cheque, Jacob didn't know whether he should be sad or happy. 'is Sara so disgusted to be with me?' Jacob asked himself.

"Sara, do you hate me so much in your heart?" Jacob turned his head, with more gloom in his eyes, like ink poured into them.

Sara didn't know how to respond. It was more difficult and reluctant to let him go than to hate him. Anyway, Sara didn't want to part with him, but how could she say that.

In a moment of desperation, Sara had no choice but to say, "Sign it."

Jacob was suddenly enlightened. How could Sara be so anxious to ask for his signature and be eager to disassociate himself from her? Forget it. Let bygones be bygones.

Jacob nodded, "I know what you mean. I'm sorry."

With her eyes wide open, it was the first time that Sara had heard Jacob utter these words. Jacob quickly signed his name, which made Sara's heart skip a beat.

Sara felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell. It was Jacob who was sorry for her, but it seemed that she was the person who had made a mistake. Jacob's apology sounded ironic at this moment.

Instead of being casual, it was full of sadness.

What a person feared most was not others' comprehension, but their helplessness. It seemed that Sara understood what Jacob was thinking. No matter what, the past was past and they couldn't go back. No matter how hard they tried, their lives were incomplete.

The order of appearance in life was very important. Sometimes the supporting roles in a movie might not be because of their insufficient charm, but because of the wrong time they appeared. No matter how hard a person tried, he couldn't resist a vicious joke of fate. It was not that Sara was defeated by Alice, but by time and fate.

Sara opened her mouth but said nothing. What else could she say? Sara felt that the most soft part of her heart was being pricking. Tears welled up in her eyes.

And they streamed down her cheeks. The air was extremely cold. Sara was crying silently, because she was afraid that she couldn't hold on any longer and burst into tears. She couldn't show her fragility in front of Jacob.

Jacob noticed the change on Sara's face. To be honest, he wanted to hug her. But he still remembered what happened last time. His recklessness had left a bad impression on Sara. If he left her a bad impression again this time, he would be doomed.

So he took out a tissue and handed it to Sara. His tone softened. It was not the right time for him to pretend to be strong. "Don't be sad. Let bygones be bygones. Time will heal the deep scars in your heart."

Taking the tissue, Sara's misty eyes were filled with tears, so that she could hardly see Jacob clearly in front of her. 'If only life were as beautiful as at first sight, why should the autumn wind bother to pity

deserted painted fans? Frivolously your heart changed, yet you claimed capriciousness of human emotions.' These two verses came to Sara's mind inexplicably.

Seeing that Sara still couldn't help but cry with a tissue in her hand, Jacob suddenly felt sorry for her. Why did love have to be so complicated? They cared about each other, but they couldn't be together.

Frowning, Jacob reached out his hand and wiped away the tears for Sara without hesitation. At that moment, without interrupting him, Sara just stared at Jacob with her big watery eyes.

Things always went up in twists and turns, and life was not decided overnight. Jacob sighed slightly. He had thought that everything was under control, but now it seemed that he was the one who was controlled by fate. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Don't cry. It's all my fault. I won't do that again." Jacob comforted her softly. If people who didn't know the truth heard it, they might think that the young couple were quarreling and the man was apologizing.