The Returning Ex

Sophia wasn’t surprised that the man was stunned after she smiled. She knew she was pretty, and even John acknowledged it.

The man noticed his rude behavior, so he smiled sheepishly. “Won’t your family get worried you come out alone?”

“My family, huh?” I don’t have a family, so they won’t worry. Her parents had fled when she was a child, leaving her to fend for herself all these years.

They were dead to her, so the only ones she could call family were the Constances, but now that John had divorced her, she lost them, too. For a split second there, she fell into a trance.

But it was in that split second that she heard a familiar voice. “Hey, there are a few spots here. What do you think?” Sophia looked back and saw Zack, while John was behind them, though John had someone else by his side now.

wearing a revealing mini skirt, her fair, long legs visible, rocking a spaghetti

as he insisted, “Hey,

of them here, so if Zack, John, and the lady with him were to sit here, there wouldn’t be enough space. Sophia looked at Zack like he was an idiot. Doesn’t he feel embarrassed?

crisis, so he waved Zack down. “We’re out of

two more chairs here. We want to sit here.” Then he looked back. “Come

women up there performing, but you can’t see them from here. As if the view’s nice. Zack was

to be strangers than friends. Coming along with them was the woman beside John. The

now we

down two chairs away from Sophia, leaving one space between them, which