The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

After Zack’s departure, the room fell into silence for a while. Sophia didn’t feel like talking, while John was a man of few words. She tried to read some entertainment news on her phone, but it was impossible. She felt skittish when John didn’t appear, but when he did, for some reason, she got more nervous.

This was a frustrating feeling, for it was just like when they were married. She would long for his return, but when he did, she pretended not to care. This is one annoying feeling. After turning things over in her mind, she put her phone down. “Thank you for what you did last night,” she said.

“I would have done it no matter who it was.” John glanced at her.

Sophia nodded. “I still want to thank you. I—”

Before she could finish, his phone rang. John looked at it and stood up. “Rest up. I’ll need to take this.”

Sophia grunted and looked outside, but after he left the room, she looked back. A moment later, she went to the room’s doorstep. The door was ajar, and John was taking the call right outside. She couldn’t hear who the caller was, but John’s voice was audible.

John said, “Yeah. I need to stay here for a bit. Something came up.” The caller then said something, much to John’s curiosity. “Isabelle? I’ll handle it once I return.”

her name frequently. All of the naysayers in the Constance household

she hadn’t married John, he would have married Isabelle, for she was his fiancée. In other words, Sophia took John away from her. Old Mr. Constance insisted on this marriage,

to the bed. Ward was a superstition anyway,

again. Funny, really. I’m a clown in the grand

ended up being a long call, and when John came back in, she was already lying on the bed, her eyes closed, her breathing stable. John thought

wasn’t tired. She merely thought there was nothing to say between them anymore. If it was in the

time with her. Now that they were divorced, she had this chance to be alone with him,

turned her back on John. Oblivious to what she was thinking, John scrolled

lying, but when he saw them being so distant, Zack’s face fell. He put their food on the coffee table and pointed at

on the sofa, resting his

back at Sophia with