The Returning Ex

John was already gone when she woke up the next day. She scratched her head in perplexion, for her memory was fragmented, though she could still remember how she got it on with her ex-husband last night.

Wow, am I really this perverted? We just got divorced, and then we f*ck? I thought this only happens in novels! She then remembered Googling what a divorcee should do to relieve the pain, but while she scoffed at having a one night stand, she ended up doing it anyway.

Sophia flung the blanket open to look at her crotch. She could vaguely remember how hard John pounded her last night, and the sex felt fun because it was illegal.

She dragged herself to take a bath, then when she was done, her phone rang. Sophia quickly went to take the call, and Zack told her he had booked her a ticket to Tri Asel.

The location didn’t matter to her. “Sure. When’s the flight scheduled?”

Zack said, “Tomorrow morning. Thought you said the sooner the better. How’s this for size?”

Best time slot for me. Send me the exact time, and I’ll travel to the airport

texted her the flight

reading through it, she put her towel down and sighed. Sophia knew this would be a long trip for her, and when she came back, she

have her meal and bought a bouquet of flowers before going to Old Mr. Constance’s grave. It was… grand, to say the

up to the tombstone and put the flowers before it. “Hey, Grandpa. Hope everything

how hard he tried. I know it’s torture living your life with someone you don’t love, so

the best in the

it took decades. Sophia even told him she would bring some souvenirs back for him. After talking for a bit, she

there weren’t many things here. Besides, taking too much baggage with her on a trip was less