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.

had also

certificate was taken away and replaced by a divorce certificate, Sophia stared at 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 and divorces were

her a moment to agree. No point trying

while, then he stood up and looked at her. “It’s lunchtime, so let’s

breakup meal.” John peered

but she didn’t want to show it explicitly. There was, of course, another way to do that, so

pulled a cigarette out. “I gave you a ton of

snorted. “Of course, I can’t. I have no job, no skills, and no income stream, so I have to save

cigarette in his mouth. “The dividend I pay you

whether it’s your treat.” Sophia looked up at