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.

she looked away. The woman was wearing a revealing mini skirt, her fair, long legs visible, rocking a spaghetti strap tank top, and

around the table, facing Sophia as he insisted, “Hey, lady, I see you have a few spots here. We’ll take it if you

here, there wouldn’t be enough space. Sophia looked at Zack like he was

waved Zack down. “We’re out of spots here, so you

want to sit here.” Then he

can’t see them from here. As if the view’s nice. Zack was a master liar, then he took

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

least now we have

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