The Returning Ex

After sending her back to the hotel, Zack went back to his work. Sophia took a bath and called for room service so she could have her favorite food. When she was done enjoying herself, she killed time by lying on the bed.

John and Zack should be in the conference by now. Sophia looked outside the window and squinted, remembering the woman beside John that night.

Even though they didn’t say a word to each other, it was as if a big fight had broken out between them. Sophia could feel the woman’s belligerence toward her, and she knew John could feel her enmity toward his companion. Why else would he scoff at me and snort when nobody was looking?

That memory vexed her. When dusk had arrived, Zack told her they were at the banquet. Sophia sat up and replied, ‘Okay.’

She felt smug, for having a spy there made it convenient for her. Then, she went to pick a dress and took her time doing her makeup. Doing makeup wasn’t an easy thing, and Sophia dragged it out.

Thanks to that, it took her one hour before she exited the hotel all dolled up as she slowly walked on her high heels.

Zack had sent her the location, so Sophia hailed a ride there. The banquet was held in a luxurious restaurant, and every guest needed to show their invitation card before admittance was allowed.

nothing like that, but she wasn’t in a hurry either,

were blooming inside, so Sophia plucked one and put it above

Zack messaged her, telling her to wait at the hotel’s front door. She couldn’t enter the banquet hall, but not the hotel, so she came to the front door a while later. Zack was waiting for her, but from the looks of it, he drank a lot. “Why did you drink

back at her. “I think

that so?” She arched her

reeked of alcohol. “I think they’re here for your ex-husband. Come with me. I don’t

hotel without any explanation. Since Sophia

her to the lobby, he took her to a waiting room. Then, he told her to

to wait? I’m here to mess things up, so how

just listen to me and stay