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.

woman was wearing a revealing mini skirt, her fair, long legs visible, rocking a spaghetti strap tank top, and she had some great assets, but she wasn’t

were here around the table, facing Sophia as he insisted, “Hey, lady, I

the lady with him were to sit here, there wouldn’t be enough space. Sophia looked at Zack like

impending crisis, so he waved Zack down. “We’re out of spots here, so you can’t sit here. There are more

we’ll just bring two more chairs here. We want to sit here.” Then

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

easier pretending to be strangers than friends. Coming along with them was the woman beside John. The four women who were here to

at least now we have

sit beside Sophia, but John was quicker. He sat down two chairs away from Sophia, leaving one