The Returning Ex

Sophia glanced toward John, who stood rooted onto his spot. She no longer continued with the rest of her sentence. After a while, she turned back to the singer.

The singer hadn’t noticed John’s presence initially, and he flashed a smile toward Sophia as he said, “Let’s go; it’s time to go back.”

However, John walked toward them then and tugged onto Sophia’s arm as he said, “It’s late. Go back with me.”

She exclaimed in surprise when he held onto her, “What’re you doing here?” But John wasn’t in the mood to explain himself, and he therefore held onto her wrist before tugging her toward the direction of the hotel.

She protested and wailed as she turned around to look at the singer behind her. “My friend’s still here! My friend…” John’s firm grip remained on her arm as he strode forward and pulled her along, as if he hadn’t heard her words at all.

The singer no longer followed them as he could tell that they knew each other. He simply waved toward Sophia when she turned around to glance at him. With large strides, John led Sophia all the way back to the hotel. He only let go of his grip once they were at the elevator; her wrist had a red mark around it by then.

wrist as she glared at him. “What are

look at her. Her eyes were red, and her hair rather messy; her

Sophia looked when she was under him just a while ago. Noticing this, he quickly averted his gaze and stared instead at the button of the elevator. “It’s so

“What? I’d like to think that who

for you if it weren’t for the

said, “Just forget it. You once promised me that we’d never get a divorce, but look at us now.” As much as John hated to

countless things, but you can’t even fulfil the first and most basic ones, let alone all the ones that followed later.” She paused for a

have other women in the future, and I’ll have other men. We shouldn’t continue with this muddled relationship between us.” The elevator door

was much colder. After some thought, John followed her into