The Returning Ex

It was Valentine’s Day—a day for love—but ironically, Sophia and John were about to get divorced. Couples crowded before the marriage registration counter, a stark contrast to the one for divorce. Sophia peered at the counter for a while and smiled bitterly. Well, at least we don’t have to queue up. It’s a good day to get divorced, in a way.

John took a while to arrive, and Sophia saw him right when he entered. Sophia felt smug, for even though she wasn’t the one who proposed the divorce, at least she didn’t cling onto him. Instead, she was even happy to cooperate at this point. No matter how she looked at it, at least her dignity was still intact.

John came over to her and frowned. “How long have you been here?”

“Quite a while now. I didn’t expect you to be late.” Sophia smiled.

John grunted. “An emergency meeting came up, so I got delayed.”

“Let’s go, then. There’s no line here.” Sophia nodded.

the divorce agreement, and John was generous enough to provide her with enough alimony as well as some shares of the company. He had also given her some of his properties

it for a while and fell into a trance. This is it, huh? As fast as the day we were here for our marriage certificate. Marriage

divorce, it only took her a moment to agree. No point trying to grab onto someone who doesn’t love you. She wasn’t that type

then he stood up and looked at

“Sure. Let’s have our breakup meal.” John peered at her before leaving, while Sophia heaved a sigh before following him

to a five-star restaurant, and Sophia had to admit that this breakup meal was lavish. Sophia was unsettled about the divorce, but she didn’t want to show it explicitly. There was, of course, another way to do

John took out a box of cigarettes and pulled a cigarette out. “I gave you

job, no skills,

cigarette in his mouth. “The dividend I pay you every month

me whether it’s your treat.”