The Returning Ex

Everything after Sophia came out of the bar was a blank for her. It wasn’t after she puked did things become clearer to her. She took the glass of water John gave her and gurgled before standing up, the fog in her mind cleared. “God, that felt better.”

John was leaning against his car as he lit his cigarette and unbuttoned his collar. “Get in right now if you’re feeling better. I’m leaving,” he hissed. The night might be cool, and it might have eased his frustration, but it was still there.

Sophia leaped up, shocked. “John? Why are you here?”

John puffed and frowned. “If it wasn’t for me, you would have been sleeping with a random guy.”

Sophia stood up and looked around, noticing that she was at her home’s doorstep. She looked at John. “So you went to the bar earlier? Were you the one who brought me back?”

John said nothing. He wanted to ask his driver to send her home, but with how drunk she was, John’s driver was worried something might spiral out of control, so John had to do this himself.

was less than thrilled. So this guy went to celebrate after all. Her anger was fueled further by the alcohol she drank, so Sophia went ahead and leaned against him, smirking. “So, were you trying to catch a

say, and

shirt underneath. She never used to be this daring, but now Sophia was tugging at John’s belt, her

was working its magic, fueling his flame of lust that had

“Of course, I do. Why? Don’t

away and cupped her chin. “Were you going out with a

Sophia gazed at him, the feeling of dejection sprang up within her again. She loved this man for a long time now, but even though they were married, he still ran away from her in the end.

later, and John held her in his arms. “Great. You’ll be getting what you came for.” Sophia gasped and held

fingerprint-locked, but luckily Sophia didn’t delete his identification data, so with