The Returning Ex

Sophia was startled. Since she was enthusiastically talking about herself, Dylan’s interruption scattered her thoughts. A touch mystified at first, she asked, “Huh?”

Dylan gestured to her hand. “Why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring?”

Lowering her head, Sophia glanced at her finger. In reality, she’d taken off her wedding ring when she signed the divorce agreement. There was a faint circle mark on the base of her finger initially, but after all this time, even that mark was gone.

She hesitated for a moment before flashing him a helpless smile. “That ring actually didn’t really fit my finger, so it has always been uncomfortable to wear.” She looked up at him and pursed her lips briefly. “It was Mrs. Constance who chose the ring back then. It’s really not my size, but I was embarrassed to speak up in the past and just wore it reluctantly.

However, nothing can change the fact that it doesn’t fit, and I can’t just make do, else I’d only make life difficult for myself. Thus, I took it off.” One couldn’t quite tell whether this explanation referred to the ring or Sophia herself. Nonetheless, she was telling the truth, for it was indeed Mrs. Constance who chose the ring.

choosing the wedding gown or wedding ring. All at once, Sophia recalled their pre-wedding photo shoot. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to put on

she found it truly ridiculous. If possible, he probably wanted someone else to attend the wedding and get married on his

before saying, “But the situation now is somewhat different. If someone notices it, it’ll easily be made into a

of clarity hit, finally reminding Sophia of this matter. Ah yes, that rat b*stard, John Constance, is currently in trouble, and I need to work with him in all things. Blinking, she mischievously declared, “That’s perfect! It’s my chance now to have him buy me a new one someday, and

without commenting. After only chatting zealously for a while, Sophia didn’t keep him for long and left. Subsequently, Dylan started getting busy with his

phone. In the beginning, she sat decorously, but she later couldn’t quite stand it anymore. Slipping off her shoes, she sat cross-legged on the

after glancing through a few documents and making annotations, he saw her smiling at her cell phone. The background sound was very soft, but it was still faintly audible. Massaging his temples, he put the documents away at the side. Then, he stared at

entirely different person after returning from that business trip with John. He’d even heard