The Returning Ex

After going downstairs, Isabelle slumped into the couch and composed herself.

In fact, John’s response over the phone was within her expectation. Although she had figured that John would reply in such a way, she still felt somewhat sullen. John wasn’t aware of the situation she was in, so he was practically speaking his mind. That was what made her feel dejected.

After giving it a thought, Isabelle fished out her phone and sent John a message. She asked him when he would be free so that she could pass him the tickets. However, John didn’t reply to her. It wasn’t certain whether he didn’t see the message or he didn’t feel it was necessary to give her a reply.

Clenching her phone, Isabelle fell into her own thoughts on the couch. She was disheartened, but the feeling wasn’t so unbearable; it was just a sulky feeling.

A long while later, she picked up her phone and tapped on Facebook. Since she did not have many friends, the content on her Facebook wasn’t aplenty. Whenever she was bored at home, she would scroll through the app to take a peek into other people’s lives.

half an hour ago. It was

brows. It wasn’t a surprise to her. Since Sophia was pregnant and John had been doting on her, it was just

out a long breath

picture on Facebook, and kept staring at the marriage certificate. Since Sophia was exhausted, she washed up and slumbered off

other hand. I’m beyond happy. A short period of time later, he lowered his head to observe his wife and felt dejected because while

sullen that she never felt jealous. Now that they had remarried, he was crestfallen that she wasn’t excited at

once one acquired something one desired, one would

Sophia, who was sound asleep. Perhaps it was out of her instinct that she snuggled up to John in her

they opened their eyes after