The Returning Ex

Gazing at the picture on the grave, Sophia said, “I had a dream last night. Grandpa was in my dream, and so were you.”

With a sneer, Matilda jeered, “I guess it was a bad dream after all.”

“Indeed.” Sophia sighed. “I dreamed of you scolding me, blaming me for not being able to bring any blessings into the family. Not only did John have to be involved in this, but Grandpa didn’t even get better.”

These words were the exact phrases which Matilda had repeatedly used against Sophia.

Thinking about it, Matilda asked, “Does John know you’re here?”

“Nope.” Glancing at the mountains at afar, Sophia reckoned it was a scenic view here, and it somehow calmed one’s soul.

Pressing her lips together, Matilda hesitated to speak her mind. But in the end, she blurted, “Before Old Mr. Constance left, he held my hand, asking me to be nice to you and to take good care of you.”

Clearly, Matilda had failed to do as she was told. In fact, she had agreed to be nice, but she was often absent-minded, so she had forgotten all about it the next day.

I didn’t like you at all. To be exact, I hate you. If it wasn’t for

be perfect.” At that, she turned to face Matilda. “However, I’m curious. Do you really think John likes

Matilda was dumbstruck and snapped as if by conditioned reflex, “Of course

I’m confused, then. You see, since John and I are now divorced, nothing is holding him back.

lips, Matilda stared

approaching Isabelle, John had hooked up

her tongue, Sophia ridiculed, “If that’s love, it’s

and she even called up John immediately to seek confirmation when she

it at all. He admitted that the news was true and the person in the picture was him. Undoubtedly, he had brought a woman out of

hopping mad, but after considering John’s recent

they were grownups, thus capable of

when Matilda had messed up her own

well, why did I bother to yak so much? I wasn’t here to talk to you

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