The Returning Ex

After saying that, Sophia giggled, feeling completely unashamed.

On the other hand, that woman was left completely speechless by her words.

Then, Sophia gave the woman a once over—the same way that woman sized her up disgustedly when they were by the beach. She even made sure to click her tongue several times and curl her lips in a sneer before turning around to leave. When her back was facing that woman, she snickered lightly.

The people surrounding them had heard what she said just now and were fervently discussing it among themselves as they enjoyed the show, and Sophia heard it all.

I finally got my revenge. This feeling is truly the best!

Humming to herself, she slowly headed toward the beach. She walked along the beach on her own for a while before finding a rock to sit on.

Many people were on the beach, but they were all in pairs. Although she felt a little lonely, she was in high spirits, especially when she thought about that woman who became speechless after listening to her. Thus, she couldn’t help laughing out loud at the memory.

This way of living where I don’t need to hold back against whoever upsets me is so comfortable. Compared to the life I lived before this… I can’t even call that living.

In the past, she was constantly picked on while living with the Constance Family. Anytime they felt displeased or upset over something, they would take it out on her. To be honest, most of what they berated her for wasn’t even reasonable.

over her, as well as the fact that she didn’t come from a good family,

it was that a*shole’s fault.

longer, then she returned to the hotel and headed over to the bar. However, that singer was still nowhere to be

water, nibbled on some fruits, and returned to the room after noticing that it was

see John anywhere. Initially, she thought that he had gone out too. However, as soon as she walked into the bedroom, she was shocked. The room had an attached bathroom, and the bathroom was

bathroom. Besides, she could

taken a step before she paused in her tracks. Swaggering over to the

the other hand, John had not heard any of the noises coming from outside. After finishing his shower, he walked out of the bathroom while drying his hair. However, he stopped dead in his tracks after taking no more

sitting cross-legged on the bed, happily playing games on her phone. Moreover, she wasn’t wearing a bra—all she had on was a spaghetti-strap nightgown. With her head slightly lowered,

before she seemed to notice his presence. Thus, she quickly adjusted her nightgown. Even so, the look in her eyes was calm as she gazed at him. “Are you done? If

head and looked down at himself. Fortunately, he had wrapped a towel around his

away. With her back facing him, she said,

was clearly

bathroom to retrieve the clothes he wore earlier. After that, he made a beeline toward the door. When he went out, he

together, grinning as she leisurely