The Returning Ex

John looked apathetically at Mrs. Constance who was now seated on the couch while everything which had been on the coffee table moments ago was strewn all around the room. The servants didn’t dare to tidy it up because she didn’t allow them to.

However, William was also a part of the reason this happened because he had been too tolerant all these years. He probably thought that Mrs. Constance was just throwing a small tantrum and wouldn’t cause any huge trouble out of it, so it was alright to let her go about her unreasonable ways.

Despite that, humans were smart creatures who knew how to test the limits of others. Since William kept giving in, Mrs. Constance took it for granted and thought that he would never blame her no matter what she did.

After wailing for a long time, Mrs. Constance turned and was surprised when she saw John. Pouting her lips, her eyes welled up with tears again as she cried, “You’re back, John.”

Almost immediately, John could clearly see the palm print on her left cheek and his heart wrenched at the sight of it although he was mad at her.

When she took the pictures secretly and sent it to the media, she never thought how much her actions would affect him.

who took the pictures?” he asked,

explained, “I thought that if I helped you announce this publicly, then the photographs of you and Belle will be anything but

to her on the couch. “Tell

of times before saying, “I sent it to Belle because she was also implicated in this issue, so I sent it to her to console her. I wanted to let her know that she was never

couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Even now, she didn’t see anything wrong with her actions and felt that there was no problem

downstairs to comfort her even though she had been

he declared, “I’m going upstairs

Sophia and won’t be together with her anyway. By announcing your divorce, I’m helping you to break it off completely with her. I did all this for your

her, he stared at her for a long while before saying, “For my own good?” He

recover and said, “That’s impossible. How could you possibly like that village girl? She’s not good enough for you!

good but you don’t care about what I want. Did you choose Isabelle because you think I’ll like her, or because she’s your