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.

the fact

that a*shole’s fault. If only

returned to the hotel and headed over

drank a cup of water, nibbled on some fruits, and returned to

anywhere. Initially, she thought that he had gone out too. However, as soon as

she could hear the sound of running water coming from the

the bedroom. Even so, she had only taken a step before she paused in her tracks. Swaggering over to

walked out of the bathroom while drying his hair. However, he stopped dead in his tracks after taking no more than

Moreover, she wasn’t wearing a bra—all she had on was a spaghetti-strap nightgown. With her head slightly lowered,

nightgown. Even so, the look in her eyes was calm as she gazed at him. “Are you done? If you’re done, please

wrapped a towel around his waist, so

she turned away. With her back facing him, she said, “Aren’t you going out? I’m

was clearly being

earlier. After that, he made a beeline toward the door. When he went out, he slammed the door behind him a little forcefully as if he was slightly

tightly together, grinning as she leisurely