The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John was already gone when she woke up the next day. She scratched her head in perplexion, for her memory was fragmented, though she could still remember how she got it on with her ex-husband last night.

Wow, am I really this perverted? We just got divorced, and then we f*ck? I thought this only happens in novels! She then remembered Googling what a divorcee should do to relieve the pain, but while she scoffed at having a one night stand, she ended up doing it anyway.

Sophia flung the blanket open to look at her crotch. She could vaguely remember how hard John pounded her last night, and the sex felt fun because it was illegal.

She dragged herself to take a bath, then when she was done, her phone rang. Sophia quickly went to take the call, and Zack told her he had booked her a ticket to Tri Asel.

The location didn’t matter to her. “Sure. When’s the flight scheduled?”

Zack said, “Tomorrow morning. Thought you said the sooner the better. How’s this for size?”

Sophia nodded. “Sure. Best time slot for me. Send me the exact time, and I’ll travel to the airport tomorrow.”

Zack hung up without saying he would send her off, then he texted her the flight details. Sophia sat on the bed and read through the text while she dried her hair.

reading through it, she put her towel down and sighed. Sophia knew this would be a

she went to have her meal and bought a bouquet of flowers before going to Old Mr. Constance’s grave.

to the tombstone and put the flowers before it. “Hey, Grandpa. Hope everything is

I… Well, we got divorced.” Then she added, “I don’t blame him though. He couldn’t fall for me no matter how hard he tried. I know it’s torture living your life with someone you don’t love,

he treated her the best in the whole family. She teared up, but Sophia didn’t allow herself to cry. He can’t rest in peace if he sees me

would eventually come back, even if it took decades. Sophia even told him she would

hadn’t stayed here for too long, so there weren’t many things here.

sat on the bed, deliberating if she should

resting at this hour. Quickly, the call went through. “Yes, do you need

last night, but his formal tone killed her mood. After a few moments of pause, she said, “Nothing. I just want to tell you I’m leaving tomorrow, and I might be off for a long time, so this

know,” John replied

quickly hung up, but a moment later, she held her phone, looking defeated. It’s