The Returning Ex

The elderly man was ecstatic, insisting that they could sign the lease anytime.

Ian hesitated for a moment. Both he and Cindy could no longer stand the house with a single room and a living room, so he blurted, “If possible, I prefer signing the contract today and moving in tomorrow.”

Eager to have them confirm the lease, the elderly man instantly said sure, repeating it thrice to portray his sincerity. Thus, Ian and the elderly man handled the signing of the contract.

Cindy, on the other hand, took another round in the house and briefly studied the layout. When she was done, she could almost picture living here now.

signed the contract. In the afternoon, Ian went to record a relatively short show, so they arrived home in the evening. Cindy packed everything. Since the movers would be coming early the next morning, many things had to be sorted out on this day. For that reason, they ordered takeaway for dinner. After eating, they spent the rest of the

so she waved a dismissive hand. “It’s okay. I can manage by myself. You go and sit

Then, he turned on the television. Washed fruits were on the coffee table, so he snagged an apple and bit into it. Then, he looked at the item in his hand before shifting his gaze to the fruit platter on the coffee table. She’s really taking good care of

floor, Cindy became sweaty, and it had her feeling ill at ease. She wavered slightly by the sofa, but in

started in the washroom, Ian jumped up from the sofa in surprise. He knew that Cindy had gone to take a shower. The washroom had a frosted glass door with faint light showing through. If one were to look closely, one could even make out the person’s silhouette. He didn’t dare to

heart was still pounding wildly. Although he didn’t see anything, he felt as though he’d seen everything. He paced for a bit in his room, knowing that he’d overreacted. It was a long while before he finally calmed down. Then, he went over to the door and listened for movement outside. A few minutes later, Cindy came out of the washroom and was seemingly packing her things since rustling sounds came from outside. Inhaling deeply several times, Ian went back to his bed, feeling inexplicably agitated. He slapped himself on the forehead, thinking, Everything will be fine tomorrow. When we’ve both moved into the new house,