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.”

eye on Focker. If he doesn’t rile anything up in the next couple of days,

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

had already gone to sleep when he came back to 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 past couple of days, so he needed the help

her pajamas, her head hanging low, looking dejected. “Why are

to the side, shocked. “Oh,

door and went inside. “I

came in, wanting to talk about what happened, but she couldn’t get it out. John opened the wine bottle with a corkscrew and poured some into the glass on the bedside, then he looked back.

stand there and watch as I get divorced from your dad. I’m your mother, so you have to help

to do that? You expect me

stop this divorce. What if someone knows