The Returning Ex

John went to sit on the sofa and looked at the curio on the coffee table, then he looked at the rocking chair beside it, as well as the yoga mat, guessing she was remaking this part over the past two days. She doesn’t want to live in the residence, I see. She hates everyone there. John knew that.

Sophia took an hour to finish her lunch, then she went to sit across from him. “Done thinking?”

John nodded. “I know my mother has been awful today.” Then, he changed his tune, “I did that myself last night, because I was drunk. You have nothing to do with this. I told them that, but they took it the wrong way because they want to protect me.”

Sophia smiled. “It’s not important to me. John, you know what?” She paused for a moment and frowned. “I think we should start our new lives now that we’re divorced. Living together and keeping things so ambiguous between us brings no good to us.”

I bear a part of the responsibility too. I’ve been blinded by my demons and let things spiral out of

thinking she was different from the other times, no longer the servile woman or the vengeful wench. Now, she was calm, rational, and distant. A while later, he said, “I know you’re right, but you know my condition too. I have

why he didn’t think for her then, but it would be

about this like how you requested, since I have to prepare for the possibility of a

couldn’t understand him, nor did she

nothing as John looked into her eyes. “I know you dislike living in the residence,

do what you want without meeting them, and I can guarantee they won’t disturb you. What do you think?” A moment later, he added, “Infinity Group and I are in a stalemate. Once