There were still many such recordings...
Sara stood up, picked up the recorder pen and ran away. She was afraid that she would cry out. In
front of Thompson, the evidence that Jacob didn't love her was played over and over again.
How ironic it was! Even an outsider knew these things better than she did, but she didn't know
anything. She was no different from those stupid women outside. The truth was clear in front of her, but
she still couldn't believe it.
It was unbelievable that she forgave Jacob so easily and foolishly.
Was it because she was of use to him again? If Michael expected her to remarry him, she would be of
use again. Should she feel lucky or unlucky?
Sara rushed out of the restaurant and stood at the door, followed by Thompson. Sara didn't want to
stay here any longer.
Looking at Thompson who was standing 50 meters away, Sara shouted, "Don't follow me, or I'll call the
police and sue you for harassing me!"
Then she entered the car and started the engine. She drove away quickly. Now, she didn't want to
show her embarrassment in front of such a person.
Her mind was in a mess, and the confidence she had just built collapsed again. For so long, she had
been kept in the dark like a fool.
'Do you really think that those words are not true because you haven't heard them with your own ears?
Now that you have heard it, can you pretend nothing had happened?'
Anger, contradiction, heartache... All the feelings surged up in her heart. If Jacob didn't love her, then
why did he still get close to her after divorce. Did he have no feelings?
Or he could really do anything for his purpose? He could be together with her although he didn't like
her, and he could get married and remarry her although he didn't love her. It was just like a walking
dead, with no feelings. After driving for a few kilometers, Sara called Jacob.
There was no reason for her to deceive herself again. She didn't hear it in person before, so she could
pretend that nothing had happened. But now, the situation was different.
She couldn't bear it anymore. She couldn't accept that Jacob had fooled her around, but she even put
in a good word for him with a smile.
She was not that kind! It was impossible to pretend nothing had happened again and again.
This time, Jacob had to give her an explanation. Otherwise, she would never forgive him again. No one
forced him to say what he had said. On the other hand, no one would say that unless he really believed
in it.
Hearing the sound on the phone, Sara breathed a sigh of relief and tried hard to suppress her anger.
She couldn't lose her temper without being seen by anyone.
"Hello, where are you?" She didn't call his name or nickname, but directly asked where he was.
"At this time, I just get off work and am about to go home. I'm on my way. What's wrong?" Jacob looked
at the steering wheel and slowed down. He was happy that it was the first time that Sara had taken the
initiative to call him.
"I'll come to the villa to see you later. That's it." Sara said concisely and calmly, then she hung up the
phone. They could talk about it when they met. Should they quarrel or fight? Or should they go in
separate ways? They could talk about these questions face to face.
Sara pulled over as if she had run out of strength. No one knew how sad she was, as if a knife was
cutting her heart again and again.
Her good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and her whole body seemed to be shattered in an instant.
Her delicate face twisted because of pain, as if she was suffering from an evil disease. The expression
of pain and suffering appeared on her face for a long time and could not dissipate.
If it weren't for the repeated hurt, maybe she wouldn't give up.
There was no greater grief than the death of love. Perhaps it was time to make up her mind this time.
She finally knew what love was like. Love was like a killing knife, or the water poured out that cannot
get back.
No wonder Jacob's eyes were always so cold. No wonder he never said "I love you". No wonder he
was always free to leave her.
It turned out that she was just a useful person in his eyes. But it's not surprising. She was so obedient
that she wouldn't disobey him.
The saddest thing for Sara was that she had been with Jacob for four years. For the whole four years, it
was the best time for a woman, when she was mature, beautiful and young.
But Jacob had never imagined the future with her. It turned out that she had been pretending not to
know and she had no future with him.
Why was he always so cold? He just didn't love her. He was so cold because he had no feelings to her.
He had never described a future with her. Even if he could lie, he was unwilling to lie to her.
That's all. It was her own wishful thinking that they loved each other.
That man was really heartless. No matter how much she sacrificed, he couldn't be moved.
Well, she didn't want to move him now. She didn't want to end up being moved by herself.
Tears had already trickled down from the corners of her eyes. Unconsciously, there was no sound.
Just like her wholeheartedly enthusiasm, at this moment, finally like the water in winter, it became cold
and began to solidify.
Wiping out the tears on her face, Sara started the engine. It was time to end the relationship.
The constant thought was just a repeated torture. Since the result was the same, there was nothing to
struggle about.
Even though she felt as if she was going to stop breathing, she managed to hold back her tears. Even
if she forced herself, she couldn't cry out.
In the past so many days, her tears had already dried up. If she continued to cry now, it should not be
tears, but her blood.
The red Ferrari was speeding in this desolate night.
With the memories of the twitching past in her mind, she had to go on her way.
She passed by the noisy city.
There were a crowd of people, subways coming and going, and countless figures like Jacob.
When love was deeply rooted, she would compare everyone with him.
But the lyrics are still singing: finally, you are here.
Just like the preparation before the show, the car drew a beautiful line on the road. Maybe tomorrow,
there would be no more entanglement.
If she had known that love would be so bitter, she would have hoped to never meet him.
Except the faith to see him supporting her, she was afraid that she would fall down long ago.
Perhaps only when he didn't love her would he be unharmed. As long as she took a step forward, she
was destined to be injured all over.
The most painful thing in life is that you have been hurt for him thousands of times, but he told you that
everything is narcissistic.
What a narcissism! Tears streamed down the corners of Sara's eyes.
Even if she cried, she could only cry alone. She was like an injured hedgehog. When she wanted to
hug him, he said unless she removed her thorns.
So she pulled out the thorns on her body one by one. Every time she pulled out one, it was so bloody.
Every time she pulled out one, she felt so sad that she wanted to cry. But in order to hug him, she
finally removed all the thorns on her body. She had lost her armor.
She was covered with wounds just to hug him.
But when she finally removed the thorns on her body, she found that the man just laughed at her. 'Why
are you so stupid? Do you really believe my joke?'
Now, she was so lonely and helpless that she could only lick her wound by herself. And she had to
accept the ridicule of others from time to time. 'Look at her. How stupid she is! How can she take care
of others if she can't even take good care of herself? How can she love others if she can't even love
herself?'
Tears welled up in her eyes. She would never remove her thorns again. She would never wait for
someone who would never come to her again.
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