The renovators worked fast. After Sophia transferred the money to them, John called her a few hours later, asking what she meant by this. What? Isn’t it obvious? Sophia played dumb by asking back, “What are you talking about?”

“Why’d the renovators give me back my money and say it’s what you want?”

Sophia grunted. “Oh, that? Yeah, it is. I’m supposed to pay for the renovations, not you. I don’t want you to pay for it. Makes me feel insecure.”

He sneered. “Now you’re feeling insecure?”

Sophia said, “Yeah, I let you pay for it because I didn’t know better. Now that I do, I’m going to put my foot down on this. Can’t expect you to pay for everything.”

John knew she wouldn’t back off, so a few moments later, he said, “Fine.” Then, he hung up.

Sophia was surprised. What’s that supposed to mean? A short while later, John arrived at her house. For some reason, she quickly locked the door and leaned against it, feeling scared. John looked angry when he alighted his car, much to her confusion, but she thought she had to lock him out for her own safety.

John tried to open the door, but to no avail. “I know you’re in there, Sophia. Open the door.”

She would not do that, but she knew it was impossible to hide. “Why did you come here?” she replied. “I told you I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. And I don’t owe you any money now, so leave.”

John sneered. “Open the door. We need to talk.”

Sophia didn’t want to, for she recalled how John gripped her chin in a fit of anger last time. When she remembered how it took days for the feeling to go away, Sophia unconsciously rubbed her chin. She didn’t want to feel that again. “No. This is my home, and you’re not welcome here. Leave.”

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