The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

That night, Sophia did some charming makeup. During her days in the Constance Residence, a lot of people disliked her because she was a normie, and the reason for her marriage was ridiculous, so she led a careful life.

Thanks to that, a smoky makeup now was enough to make her feel reborn. She chose a slightly sexy dress and looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with her look. Then she hailed a ride and went to the biggest bar in town.

The bar was huge, enough for it to be split into a few sections across the different levels. There was a dance floor in the common area, and it was filled with customers there. Sophia looked around and saw a business area in a corner, which dissuaded her from going. Everything there is about business. Boring with a capital B.

Sophia went to an empty seat in the common area and sat down. When the waiter came to take her order, she called for two bottles of wine and a fruit platter.

Then she leaned back on the sofa and sipped her wine while watching the other patrons dance. The light was glaring, and it blurred her vision, but Sophia could see that they were happy.

A moment later, she smiled. Sophia was richer than them, so of course she was happy. Then she called the waiter over to order a few snack platters. With the money John gave her and the dividends every month, she could live her life without working for a day.

After she had a bottle of beer, someone came to hit on her. She was good-looking, and she was alone, so anyone would come for her.

her. “Alone?” Sophia squinted at him. The man was in a casual

much open to anything. Instead of answering, she toasted that man and downed her wine, then the man responded in kind. She smiled at him and

her looks, so if nobody came to hit on her after a whole night,

thinking about what John might be doing. They were finally divorced, so she thought he might find someone to celebrate. That idea worsened

There was a meetup today, but it wasn’t a formal one. It was an interested collaborator

would make that journey that bit easier. More importantly, the collaborator invited John out himself, so he

here, but after making a token conversation about the collaboration, this man

activity, for he would always think about hypocrites who eschewed this openly

seem to be

really come here a lot.” John

at something.

smiled and toasted Mr. Wolfe. This red wine was brought by him, and it tasted dry, but not inedible. John wondered what brand of wine this was, for it didn’t taste too well. After drinking two glasses, he leaned back on the sofa and nudged