The Returning Ex

John hastily headed out, with water still dripping from his wet hair. He might’ve been too rushed when he was drying himself in the shower earlier, and he didn’t even towel his hair dry. He wore a cold and stern expression on his face, showing how much of a bad mood he was in.

It felt like he had only taken a few steps out from his room before he arrived at the elevator, but the elevator had already gone down when he got there.

He annoyedly jabbed the button for the elevator before waiting with his brows furrowed. Once the elevator came, he went down and immediately left the hotel for the beach.

There were still small groups of twos and threes hanging around at the beach when he arrived. The lighting at the area was dim, and some individuals who couldn’t control themselves just hugged and kissed one another in public.

John found himself focusing on these people, but he stared at a few couples only to find that they weren’t Sophia. He ran his tongue across the back of his teeth.

If I hadn’t promised Old Mr. Constance that I would take good care of Sophia for the rest of her life, I wouldn’t even have come out to the beach. With that thought, he continued to walk further down the beach.

against their faces as they chit-chatted. She found out that the singer was a drifter that traveled all over

said that he’d stay once he found a good place and leave whenever he got bored. With her arms wrapped around her shoulders, she asked,

“Perhaps I haven’t found the right person to make me want to settle down.” He then turned toward her.

and lowered her head with a light chuckle. “I’m here to heal

young; I wouldn’t have expected you to be married.” He paused. “Why did you get a divorce? Did you guys have a fight? Or was it a matter of someone doing something

her head again. “No; no one did anything wrong. It was simply because he didn’t love me anymore. Why should I hold onto a man that doesn’t

people.” Sophia thought of the slow,

sat himself down on a huge rock nearby, cleared his voice, and began to sing while he

the ocean and her hair ruffled by the sea breeze. The singer’s voice was muffled by the sound of the

had been through countless experiences—most

emotions through her tears, but right then, she didn’t seem to have control over her feelings. With a smile still on her face, she rubbed her hands across her eyes as she said, “I don’t know what’s up with me; my eyes are a little