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?”

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

then he texted her the flight details. Sophia sat on the bed and read through the text

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a bouquet of flowers before going to Old Mr. Constance’s grave. It was… grand, to say the least, for his family had spent a lot on

it. “Hey, Grandpa. Hope everything is well for you up there. There’s something

me no matter how hard he tried. I know it’s torture living your life with someone you don’t

the photo, but Old Mr. Constance was an approachable man, and he treated her the best in the whole family. She teared up, but Sophia didn’t allow herself to

then told him she would embark on a long trip, but she would eventually come back, even if it took decades. Sophia even told him she would bring

pack even if she wanted to. Sophia hadn’t stayed here for too long, so there weren’t many things here.