The Returning Ex

Sophia, however, didn’t notice the change in John. She continued minding her own business. Meanwhile, John suppressed the desire within him and pivoted, carrying Sophia’s luggage upstairs.

As he opened her room door, his eyes darted around the interior. He’d stayed in this room twice, and while that didn’t say much, he still remembered how the room used to be.

Now, however, everything had changed. One could tell from a single glance that it was a young maiden’s room since there was a gigantic stuffed toy on the bed, taking up half the space, and the bedsheets had been changed to pink ones. Even the floor mat by the bed was different.

John stared for a long time before he placed the luggage in the room and left. When he returned downstairs, Sophia had already gotten up and was sitting cross-legged on the yoga mat with her cell phone in hand, looking at something or other. As he descended the stairs, he asked, “Have you eaten?”

Sophia didn’t look at him, but while her eyes remained fixed on her cell phone, she answered, “I’m not hungry.” That means she hasn’t eaten.

When John had gotten downstairs, he went to the kitchen and took a quick look around. There’s nothing much here. Then, he went over to the refrigerator and peered in. There’s plenty of raw ingredients in there, but regretfully, I don’t know how to cook a single thing.

scrolling her cell phone for a while, Sophia

the refrigerator door. “I went back

“I’m going to bed.” John frowned

opened her suitcase and took out everything in there, only to see the divorce certificate and divorce

stared at them for a moment before taking them out. He looks stern in the photo on the divorce certificate, which is very much like the photo on the

leaving the room with both the divorce certificate and divorce

Sophia went to his room and placed the documents on the bedside table. Returning to her room, she then took a shower. Subsequently, she applied a facial mask and played some music on her cell phone while sitting before the

imbibing while entertaining clients, nor do I need to bother about cooking supper when he comes home late, much less concern myself with thoughts of whether there are ladies around when he’s entertaining clients and lose sleep over the possibility of him losing control and straying.

truly gotten over it,

she woke up starving early in the morning. Sitting on the bed, she sighed. Can’t this stomach of mine wait for me to have my fill of sleep before

the kitchen. She initially wanted to just cook some noodles for herself, but as she mulled it over while