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 up in the next couple of days,

something else, but John hung up. A moment later, John took

the main building. Halfway through going upstairs, John came back down to take a bottle of red wine. He hadn’t been able to sleep over the

coming up to the second floor, he saw Matilda standing outside his room. She was in her

side, shocked. “Oh, you weren’t

door and went inside. “I

out. John opened the wine bottle with a corkscrew and poured some into the glass on the bedside, then he looked back. “Is it because

looked at him. “So you knew. John, you can’t just stand there and watch as I get divorced from your dad. I’m your mother, so you have to help me

do that? You expect me to dissuade

this divorce. What if someone knows about this? A divorce is such a