The Returning Ex

John mumbled vaguely, “She’s not as good as you.”

Sophia thought for a while and seemed to understand what was going on. “Are you with Isabelle now?”

After a long pause, John’s voice slowly came over. “She went to the restroom.”

Sophia suddenly stood up from the sofa. “Where are you?”

It was a long time before John gave her an address. From the address, Sophia guessed that it was a small shop. She stood where she was, one hand on her hips, hesitating whether she should or shouldn’t go. It felt a bit inappropriate for her to go since she was no longer his wife, but if she didn’t, and considering John’s drunken state right now, it would be easy for him to make a mistake with Isabelle since the latter had been obsessed about him all this while.

So, Sophia said into the phone, “Stay there and don’t move. I’ll be right there. Remember, do not leave that place.” After speaking, Sophia hung up, changed her shoes and went out. Forget it, I’m not gonna worry so much about things. John is now drunk, so I’ll get him away from that place first. No matter what, if he really wishes to choose Isabelle, he has to be in a sober state to do that.

John. It was a small tavern located deep inside an alley. Sophia entered the place and immediately saw Isabelle and John. He did indeed look drunk as he leaned back in his chair. At

few unsuccessful attempts. She stood beside John and looked down at him. It was this man who had tortured her so much that she couldn’t eat

at all. She pursed her lips and then

them. “Miss Bailey, what

back at once, but when

has this jerk drunk?

at Sophia. “Why are

John had already divorced, so Isabelle had no need to feel guilty upon seeing the woman before her. Then, Sophia came over, squeezed Isabelle aside, and

his senses. He squinted at Sophia, and then