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.

Sophia recalled their pre-wedding photo shoot. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to put

want a pre-wedding photo shoot. She didn’t really consider this in the past, but recalling it now, she found it truly ridiculous. If possible, he probably wanted someone else to

in understanding before saying, “But the situation now is somewhat different.

moment 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 this time,

merely chuckled without commenting. After only chatting zealously for a while, Sophia didn’t keep him for

before plopping down on the sofa in his office and started playing games on her cell phone. In the beginning, she sat decorously, but she later couldn’t quite stand it anymore. Slipping off her shoes,

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

an entirely different person after returning from that business trip with John. He’d even heard that she hit Mrs. Constance a few days