The Returning Ex

That night, Sophia did some charming makeup. During her days in the Constance Residence, a lot of people disliked her because she was a normie, and the reason for her marriage was ridiculous, so she led a careful life.

Thanks to that, a smoky makeup now was enough to make her feel reborn. She chose a slightly sexy dress and looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with her look. Then she hailed a ride and went to the biggest bar in town.

The bar was huge, enough for it to be split into a few sections across the different levels. There was a dance floor in the common area, and it was filled with customers there. Sophia looked around and saw a business area in a corner, which dissuaded her from going. Everything there is about business. Boring with a capital B.

Sophia went to an empty seat in the common area and sat down. When the waiter came to take her order, she called for two bottles of wine and a fruit platter.

Then she leaned back on the sofa and sipped her wine while watching the other patrons dance. The light was glaring, and it blurred her vision, but Sophia could see that they were happy.

to order a few snack platters. With the money John gave her and the dividends every month, she could live her life

her. She was good-looking, and she was alone, so anyone would

Sophia squinted at him. The man was

they were pretty much open to anything. Instead of answering, she toasted that man and downed her wine, then the man responded in

so if nobody came

so, she fell into a trance, thinking about what John might be doing. They were finally divorced, so she thought he might find someone to celebrate. That idea worsened her mood, so she added

a meetup today, but it wasn’t a formal one. It was an interested collaborator whose

wanted to penetrate the overseas market, so if he could work with this guy, it would make that journey

a middle-aged man who seemed to be a regular here, but after making a token conversation about the