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.

He had also given her some of his properties too.

trance. This is it, huh? As fast as the day we were here for our marriage

it only took her a moment to

for a long while, then he stood up and

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

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

a cigarette out. “I gave you a ton of cash, and you can’t even

I can’t. I have no job, no skills,

dividend I pay you every

whether it’s your treat.” Sophia looked up