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.

caught a glimpse of John’s post that was posted half an hour ago. It was a photo of a

then relaxed her brows. It wasn’t a surprise to her. Since Sophia was pregnant and John had been doting

closing the app, Isabelle let out a long breath and then

the company. He went home, posted the picture on Facebook, and kept staring at the marriage certificate. Since Sophia

ran his fingers through her hair with his other hand. I’m beyond happy. A short period of time later, he lowered his head to observe his wife and

told him she didn’t want to remarry him, he felt disheartened. Later on, he became sullen that she never felt

one acquired something one desired, one

moment later, John put down the certificate and lay down beside Sophia, who was sound asleep. Perhaps it was out of her instinct that she snuggled up to John

they opened