The Returning Ex

A while later, Dylan looked at the time. “It’s late. I should be going back.”

John grunted. “You go ahead. I want to stay here for a bit.”

Dylan nodded at him before strolling back along the dirt path leading back. John saw him off as he walked into the night. When he was fully engulfed by the darkness, he looked back around the clearing. Sophia probably came here back then.

He put his hands in his pockets, holding his phone for a while before calling Zack, and it was immediately picked up. Zack knew what he wanted to ask, thus responded quickly, “Don’t worry, boss. Focker hasn’t been up to his antics. He won’t be up to anything for a long time.”

John grunted. “What about Roselia?”

“Oh, her? She left after the deed was done. And she looked happy. Where did you find her, boss? She’s a pro.”

Focker. If he doesn’t rile anything

hung up. A moment later, John took a deep breath and went back

Halfway through going upstairs, John came back down to take a bottle of red wine. He hadn’t been able to sleep over the past couple of days, so he needed the

Matilda standing outside his room. She was in her pajamas, her head hanging low, looking dejected. “Why are

shocked.

inside. “I went

in, wanting to talk about what happened, but she couldn’t get it out. John opened the wine bottle with

just stand there and watch as I get divorced from your

supposed to do that? You expect

this divorce. What if someone knows