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.

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 too. Since they were childless, there were no arguments in this

and fell into a trance.

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

the divorce certificate for a long while, then he stood

him a smile. “Sure. Let’s have our breakup meal.” John peered at

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,

of cigarettes and pulled a cigarette out. “I gave you a ton of cash, and you

can’t. I have no job, no skills, and no income stream, so I have to

“The dividend I pay

your treat.” Sophia looked up