The Returning Ex

John wasn’t in the mood to do anything today, for he was haunted by a feeling of frustration ever since he had lunch with Sophia.

When he was back in his office, he didn’t read the documents he was supposed to either, and what his grandfather told him before his passing rang in his mind. He told John to take care of Sophia, to which John agreed, but in the end, they still got divorced.

He heaved a sigh. This divorce was going to happen one way or another, so he didn’t regret it. Ever since they were married, he was looking forward to this day, for it wasn’t his idea to marry Sophia. He felt guilty though, toward his late grandfather.

A few more glasses of wine later, John became more frustrated. He felt uneasy for some reason, and in his confusion, John thought about Sophia, but not about the divorce. Instead, he was taken back to many nights ago when Sophia was taking his pounding. He quickly shut his eyes and started sweating. I think I know what’s wrong with me.

Mr. Wolfe was in the mood now, so he caressed the lady’s hand. “Why don’t we go somewhere else?”

slowly opened his eyes and

composed. Luckily, it was cooler outside, so it

he even hummed. They went past

excitement, for the dancers were starting to strip, much to Mr. Wolfe’s interest. “Well, they do know how to throw a party.” He

further ahead and saw Sophia chatting with another man behind the dance floor. He had to squint to recognize her, for

for a long while, but she didn’t notice him. It had been a few glasses of booze

unfocused eyes didn’t escape the man before her, so he

She could still remember the things she wanted to forget, so she