The Returning Ex

It had been a while since John left, during which Sophia wondered if he was playing the same trick on her again by hitting up a random woman. However, she felt relief upon seeing Isabelle a few minutes later, as she wouldn’t care who John was with as long as he wasn’t with Isabelle.

Apparently, Isabelle already saw Sophia and was coming straight for her after noticing that John was no longer beside her. In the meantime, Sophia leaned against the wall lazily with a half smirk on her face before opening up, “Hello, we meet again.”

With an upright posture, Isabelle stood while spouting words of accusation, “I never knew you have so many tricks up your sleeve, Miss Gwendolyn.”

“What do you mean by that?” Sophia huffed a laugh despite the stern look Isabelle wore. The heels Sophia wore helped to cut down the height difference between her and Isabelle as she was slightly shorter. There was a twinkle in her eyes when she pressed on, “He is my husband, so what if I played some tricks on my man? You aren’t even qualified to correct me.”

Despite the fact that Sophia wasn’t shrieking at the top of her lungs, neither was her voice soft. Isabelle frowned as she reminded, “You should be more wary of your surroundings.”

“Are you seriously telling me that?” There was a look of exasperation on Sophia’s face. “Why don’t you hold yourself accountable when you’re the one pestering my husband?”

look at them. It was well-known that the Constances and Baileys used

set down on a wedding date. While it wasn’t a widely known story, there were still a handful of

Isabelle’s. “I had been reminding you multiple times that I am his wife, and as long as I remain as his wife, you’d better keep your hands to yourself because

a married man but

due to her education and upbringing, so she was never on equal grounds with Sophia to begin with. Even the

so you couldn’t possibly fight against me.” A fleeting smirk formed on Sophia’s face as she spoke before she

past the latter that her body swayed. With a low voice, Sophia said, “You’d better not cross me, Isabelle. Whenever

John in

it’s done