My Ex, Please Love Me Again

They then fell into silence when the doctor came for them from a near distance.

“Roman is still in critical condition after the surgery, but he has regained some consciousness now. I think you might want to see him.” The doctor’s remarks spoke volumes about their father’s health condition.

“You first,” Ezra glanced at Ruth and said indifferently.

Ezra was unwilling to see Roman with Ruth because she never treated him as family and he just treated her the same way back. He thought they’d better take turns visiting their father.

Ruth entered Roman’s ward without a word.

Roman was nearly at death’s door, being gaunt and green around the gills. Ruth had every right to hate Roman who had a marked preference for sons over daughters.

Ruth believed Roman was the chief culprit who cornered Diana her mother and Anna. The three of them would not be reduced to this circumstance if he had given her and Anna more warmth, and if he had given her mother due respect and love.

But now their condition was miserable: one died, one went mad, and Ruth was about to be behind bars. Ruth couldn’t help weeping bitter tears in the face of Roman’s gauntness.

“I’m sorry…” Roman said to her on the bed, holding out his hand difficultly. His words seemed to be more comforting before his pending death

“Sorry?” Ruth suddenly lost control of her mood.

“How does your apology help us in any way?”

“My mom is now a maniac! Anna and Linda Marshall died! And look at what you got me into! Your apology is now the last thing I need.”

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Her yell made it harder for Roman to breathe; he had to take big gulps of breath again. The doctor, Ezra, and Maisie walked in right away as the monitoring apparatus shrieked.

Roman had not known about the death of Anna and Linda. He had been in a semi-coma all day until a severe pain suddenly attacked him in the chest. He had difficulty breathing as if someone was dragging him and would not stop it till dragging him down to hell.

This was the status quo after the monitoring device gave an alert and the doctor gave his resuscitation. Roman completely collapsed by the unexpected news from Ruth that Anna and Linda died although he did not value them too much. After all, two daughters leaving him forever at once was poignant.

“The patient is in critical condition. I told you to come here not to make things worse by yelling, but maybe to see him and say the last words you could.”

Ruth stepped aside at a loss, her mind a blank. She then turned around and left the ward sadly. She had no more to say to her father. She also did not have the slightest grief over his pending death.

Ruth would not choose to become a human being if there was a next life, just as Anna wrote in her suicide note. Ruth hoped she would not become a human being; more importantly, she would not be a daughter of such parents again.

Roman was overwhelmed by the death of his two daughters and there was nothing the doctor could do to save his life. He was too weak to say anything when Ezra and Maisie came near to his bed.

“Sorr…” He passed away, failing to finish his apology to Ezra despite his trying so.

Sorry should be the word Roman was trying to speak out to Ezra, just as he would say to others around him if he could.

Ezra just looked at the man on the bed, showing no grief at all just as Ruth did. It was miserable and pitiable that Roman as a father should be reduced to the circumstance where no one felt sad at all about his death.

Ezra and Maisie spent the following days taking care of Roman’s funeral. They also dealt with the funeral of Anna. Ruth was arrested the day Roman died; Diana was detained and spent the rest of her life behind bars.

They did it for Anna because, in the end, she left him with a letter which informed Ruth and Diana.

Linda’s funeral was taken care of by Mrs. Marshall. Words have it that Mrs. Marshall cried to her blackout several times either for the death of Linda or that of Roman.

The reason was that Roman has gone after all, which meant tough days for Mrs. Marshall and the Marshall family behind her were on the way because Ezra would not give a damn about how they doing.

Some projects were undertaken by the Marshalls because of Roman’s autocratic influence. Now that he’s gone; Ezra would not give any preference for the Marshalls anymore.

Though Roman’s funeral was taken care of by his son Ezra, it was executed specifically by his Maisie because of Ezra’s injured arms.

Ezra is undoubtedly canny and sophisticated. He played less role in the funeral taking his injured arms as an excuse so as to increase Maisie’s appearance on many occasions, which in effect emphasized Maisie’s status as his wife.

Roman was after all somebody in Riverside City and accordingly deserved a solemn funeral.

Much as Ezra’s unwillingness to do so, Roman had his own acquaintances, so he had to do it solemnly. And Maisie was in charge during the whole process, which made everyone know about her, her status, and her ability.

Maisie was widely praised because she did everything methodically while Ezra was told many times that he had a good wife.

Ezra would always show off that Maise was an all-rounder who was a beautiful, talented, and good cook and that they could always have delicious meals.

Sometimes even Maisie would think Ezra thought too highly of her because she barely cooked for him since their reunion. How come he pretended to be so convincing that he had feasts by her every day?

“You’d better stop bragging about me in front of others because that was far from the truth. Maisie proposed to him as she wiped medicine on his wounds after another busy day.

Ezra’s wounds healed gradually, yet medicine was still needed.

It hurt too much that he could not wipe medicine by himself with one arm, so Maisie did it for him.

Now it had become a ritual for Maisie to wipe medicine on his wounds despite his arm being almost healed.

“You are a good cook indeed. What’s wrong with my praise for you? Ezra raised his eyebrow and asked as he enjoyed it when her soft fingers touched him from time to time.

“I believe I cook well, but there won’t be enough time for me to cook for you and our son; My job, you know, requires frequent overwork and occasional trip on business.

Therefore, it’s not fair to say Ezra and his son could not eat their fill.

Maisie spoke from her heart that she could not juggle her job and family chores after she went back to work.