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?”

them. It was well-known that the Constances and

from under their nose despite the fact that the two families had set down on a wedding date. While it wasn’t a widely known story, there were still a handful of people who

better keep your hands to yourself because you will always

that you, a daughter of the prestigious Bailey Family, not only associated yourself with a married man but went so far as to court him, it wouldn’t take much

at quarreling due to her education and upbringing, so she was never on equal grounds with Sophia to begin with. Even the unreasonable Mrs. Constance was no match against Sophia, say

couldn’t possibly fight against me.” A fleeting smirk formed on Sophia’s face as she spoke before she turned to see John walking toward her, so she stood and walked over to

her body swayed. With a low voice, Sophia said, “You’d better not cross me, Isabelle. Whenever I am upset with your performance would be the end of your carefree

smile bloomed on her face as Sophia walked over to John in a hurry. “What took you so long? I thought

to give my orders regarding matters, but it’s done now, so we can leave.”