The Returning Ex

Upon heaving a sigh, Matilda explained, “Why else would we quarrel other than because of Sophia? I complained about Sophia since I don’t like her, which made John unhappy, so he began ignoring me. Before I realized it, it had been a few days since we last spoke.”

Pursing her lips, Isabelle was at a loss as to what to say, while Matilda clicked her tongue. “Sophia must’ve cast some sort of spell on him to mesmerize John so much so that he would abandon me.”

Still, Isabelle didn’t reply to that, so Matilda waved her hand while concluding, “Fine, it’s getting on my nerves, so I won’t talk about that anymore. I bet that cheeky brat blacklisted me since he didn’t pick up my calls at all. He sure is being smug.”

Isabelle chuckled amicably before saying, “I’m sure the situation will improve after a few days.”

With a nod, Matilda replied, “I sure hope so.”

touch with John during the past few days, as she was busy with work in her company. However, the other reason she did so was because her father told her to cut some slack, as she shouldn’t be the one taking the initiative everytime. Be it in work or life, she would be putting herself in a disadvantage if she was always the one who took the initiative. Isabelle found the advice relevant after some thought, so she decided to wean herself off him for a few

thought that she might be able to get some intel from Matilda, which was why she called the latter out, but it sure seemed like it was a waste of time. After that, Matilda ceased talking about John, so the topic of conversation revolved around her own life as of recently. However, Isabelle wasn’t that much interested in that, so she merely went along with everything Matilda said without much zest. Matilda sipped on her juice, all the while checking Isabelle out with a smile

bills after their meal, but Isabelle quickly said, “Mrs. Constance, I said I will

replied, “It’s alright. It’s just a meal, so

she was trying to come up with an appropriate reason to turn Matilda down, only to have the latter speak up before she could. “I will be leaving first since I am a

she replied, “Alright, Mrs. Constance. It’s getting late, and some rest will be good for

cab. Without even looking at Isabelle, she gave the driver her address as soon as she got into one, and the driver drove off

while the smile on her face faded after the cab