The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

After sending her back to the hotel, Zack went back to his work. Sophia took a bath and called for room service so she could have her favorite food. When she was done enjoying herself, she killed time by lying on the bed.

John and Zack should be in the conference by now. Sophia looked outside the window and squinted, remembering the woman beside John that night.

Even though they didn’t say a word to each other, it was as if a big fight had broken out between them. Sophia could feel the woman’s belligerence toward her, and she knew John could feel her enmity toward his companion. Why else would he scoff at me and snort when nobody was looking?

That memory vexed her. When dusk had arrived, Zack told her they were at the banquet. Sophia sat up and replied, ‘Okay.’

She felt smug, for having a spy there made it convenient for her. Then, she went to pick a dress and took her time doing her makeup. Doing makeup wasn’t an easy thing, and Sophia dragged it out.

Thanks to that, it took her one hour before she exited the hotel all dolled up as she slowly walked on her high heels.

Zack had sent her the location, so Sophia hailed a ride there. The banquet was held in a luxurious restaurant, and every guest needed to show their invitation card before admittance was allowed.

Sophia had nothing like that, but she wasn’t in a hurry either, so she took a stroll outside and sat beside a flowerbed nearby.

so Sophia plucked one and put it above her ear. A moment

not the hotel, so she came to

back at her.

so?” She arched

alcohol. “I think they’re here for your ex-husband. Come with me. I don’t think

her into the hotel without any explanation. Since Sophia was all dolled up, and Zack obviously came from the banquet hall,

to the lobby, he took her to a waiting room. Then, he told

wasn’t going to agree to that. “You expect me to wait? I’m here to mess things up, so

“I don’t have time to explain, so just

at him, but she listened to his advice and stayed inside. The waiting room was decked out with a sofa and a table that had snacks on it. She went to the windowsill and looked outside, the traffic unfurling before her. A few

to see who it was, she sighed. “You’re back,” she grumbled. “I don’t want to wait, you hear me? I want that woman to suffer! She must feel the pain! I mean, I’m rich, so I can’t just take that hit lying do—”

scream could escape her mouth,

Sophia?” John asked, and at the same time, he tried

hey, hey, what’s wrong with you? Stop—”

bloodshot, and he was drenched in sweat. He had no time to explain, so

sex here was a bit inappropriate. It wasn’t that John cared though, for he tore her dress