The Returning Ex

After Zack’s departure, the room fell into silence for a while. Sophia didn’t feel like talking, while John was a man of few words. She tried to read some entertainment news on her phone, but it was impossible. She felt skittish when John didn’t appear, but when he did, for some reason, she got more nervous.

This was a frustrating feeling, for it was just like when they were married. She would long for his return, but when he did, she pretended not to care. This is one annoying feeling. After turning things over in her mind, she put her phone down. “Thank you for what you did last night,” she said.

“I would have done it no matter who it was.” John glanced at her.

Sophia nodded. “I still want to thank you. I—”

Before she could finish, his phone rang. John looked at it and stood up. “Rest up. I’ll need to take this.”

the room, she looked back. A moment later, she went to the room’s doorstep. The door was ajar, and John was taking the call right outside. She couldn’t hear who the caller was, but

Something came up.” The caller then said something, much to John’s curiosity. “Isabelle? I’ll

might not have seen who Isabelle was, but she’d heard mention of her name frequently. All of the naysayers in the Constance household would mention this name every time they gossiped about

married Isabelle, for she was his fiancée. In other words, Sophia took John away from her. Old Mr.

bed. Ward was a superstition anyway, and she couldn’t keep someone who

again. Funny, really. I’m a clown in

John came back in, she was already lying on the bed, her eyes closed,

wasn’t asleep actually, for she wasn’t tired. She merely thought there was nothing to say between them anymore. If it was in the past, she would have been delighted